Gittin'er done

THE LULU CHRONICLES

The Hubs & Me at Lambeau. Need I say  more...

 Life is such a mixed bag. Highs and lows, joys and sorrows, tears and giggles, and everything in between. What has been amazing to me through the Hubs’ medical mystery tour these past few months is how quickly one can turn into the other in just a matter of seconds. One minute I’m laughing at a an antic of a grandchild, the next minute tears start burning behind my eyes as I’m quickly reminded that if cancer has its way, this same grandchild may never remember his Papa Gary. Or I can be sitting on the swing with the Hubs out by our pond, sun on our backs, fall leaves rustling, and my soul overflowing with joy, then Bam! It suddenly hits me that the likelihood of us sitting on this swing together next autumn is very slim. Joy crumbles into sorrow before I can even exhale. The toll of flipping emotions is like sandpaper scrubbed on the heart. So, I must not linger there long. It is what it is. Such is this season we find ourselves.

Our adventure together is almost complete. So much joy. So much laughter. So many lovely experiences. Oh, what a life it’s been. When Gary’s prognosis turned frightful, several folks suggested we set out checking off those ‘bucket list’ items as quickly as possible. We were encouraged to start ‘cramming life in’ at break-neck speed. What they didn’t realize is the bucket list was completed years ago. We’ve done everything we’ve ever wanted to do. Nothing has been left undone. We have the marriage we’ve always worked toward… yes, worked toward. We have the ministry we always prayed God would direct. We have the children who have rattled that bucket and have it gushing and spilling over. Grandchildren? Quivers full of them. Friendships? Another quiver or two full… overflowing in fact. Have we said everything that needs to be said? We’ve spent almost forty-two years saying it. I can honestly confess we’ve been given more than we’ve ever asked or imagined. We don’t have to wake up every morning in this panic to ‘git’er done’. Our entire life together has been about gittin’er done. 

We have absolutely no regrets. Who gets to say that? If it turns out that Gary only has a few weeks or months left on this earth what will we do? Be assured that we’ll wake up tomorrow morning and just keep doing what we’re doing. That’s the only way we know how to live this out.

The motto verse for our entire love life has been: “Trust in the Lord with all your hearts. Lean not unto your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him. And He will direct your paths.”

I’m here to tell you, nothing has ever been truer.

deb