Friday, May 27, 2016

Retrospect vs Memory


I was released from physical therapy this week – another milestone along the road to healing.  I broke my arm in South America in March, traveled home for surgery, and have followed up with physical therapy until now.  It’s fair to say that I’m in the home stretch – doing my exercises at home, and feeling significantly better.

The surgeon that operated on my wrist warned that many of his patients believe that the healing process is like a race, with a prize going to the quickest healer.  I received his words as an invitation from the Lord to fully experience each stage, and determined that I would not be in a rush.  Although time has passed very quickly, I haven’t rushed the process.  Time and exercise have brought healing.  They’ve also brought a profound change in the way I view this adventure.  As I look back, I can see nothing but blessings -- a 100% positive experience.  I can still remember pain and anxiety.  I can remember being sooo exhausted from the trip back to the States.  But all of it – even pain, anxiety, and exhaustion have been transformed into an experience of growth and blessing.

Have the facts changed?  No.  The circumstances were what they were.  There’s nothing wrong with my memory.  I remember all of it.   But my view of the facts is different.  Perspective is “a way of regarding situations, facts, etc., and judging their relative importance” (Dictionary.com).  Retrospect is a contemplation of the past – putting the past into perspective, if you will.    I don’t know about you, but when things are happening, perspective is hard to come by.  For me, only by contemplating the past (retrospect), can I gain perspective – hind sight is 20/20, right? 

In March, when I was riding in the van from the farm in San Pedro to a clinic in Medellin, I knew that some kind of good would come from my experiences.  I couldn’t imagine what it would be, but I was certain that I was in the hands of an omnipotent God who loves me.  Today, I know – in retrospect – that more blessings than I can count have been given to me throughout this process. 

If you’re in the midst of an “adventure”, hang on.  Enter into the experience fully, trusting God to transform your circumstances-- and you -- in the process.  While it may be tempting to figure out the whys and wherefores right now, hold off.  Stay open.  Receive God’s gifts, and wait for the perspective that can only be fully appreciated when looking back.

Friday, April 8, 2016

No Good Deed...

My cast is off now, and typing is much easier, so I thought I'd take a minute to reflect on fracturing my arm while on a short term mission trip in San Pedro, Colombia. 

My husband and I were working to repair the roof of a shed where a pig would live.  We were probably within an hour of finishing our work, when I fell off of a ladder and fractured my arm.  Getting hurt began an odyssey of travel, surgery, and recovery.  It also gave rise to many thoughts and comments - from myself and the peanut gallery. 

As I sat waiting for a ride into Medellin for the emergency room, I thought to myself, "No good deed goes unpunished."  This is a sentiment I've  heard from several people since then - Christian and non-Christian alike.  Where does a thought like this come from?  While I can't say where the thought originated,  I can say where the thought didn't come from. It's not something the Holy Spirit was whispering in my ear. 

It's human nature to wonder "why?".  I've wondered why I felt compelled to climb the ladder.  After all, it was my husband Richard who was going to be doing the work on top.  I just wanted a little peek.  Why did the ladder fall?  Why did it lead to an injury?   I think the reason that the question "why" is so important, is because we know instinctively that events are infused with meaning.  It's good to search for meaning.

That proclivity to look for meaning can lead us down paths that are best left un-trod, however.  I've had stupid things said to me about the "why" as well as platitudes.  I've also heard things that are true and godly, but may or may not apply to my situation. 

The best response I've encountered during this adventure has been that of my husband.  He hasn't tried to figure out "why".  Instead, he's pointed over and over to where he's seen the hand of God at work.  He can recount travel mercies - plans falling perfectly into place, medical blessings - the best hand guy in Greensboro, NC being my doctor, and many more.  His list of God's blessing and provision is long, and he  recounts it well.  I think that Richard's approach is ideal. 

Sometimes God makes His purposes very clear. Other times, we find out over time what was going on, or how events led to our good and God's glory.  But sometimes we're not privy to the whys and wherefores.  Sometimes we just have to trust the Lord - without being in on all of the inside information. 

Regardless, we can't go wrong when we look for and point out where we see God's hand at work.  When our mouths are full of praise to God for His care and provision, and our minds are focused on where He is at work, then we realize that, "our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all" (2 Cor.4:17).


Saturday, June 14, 2014

Gotta Get Out of No Man's Land?

I learned to play tennis in the 1970's.  Although I really never had a lesson until a couple of years ago, I picked up tips from the many people I played with - especially in the beginning.  One of the big no-no's during that time period was standing in "no man's land".  No man's land on the tennis court is the space between the service line and the base line.  I was told emphatically, that just as no man's land was a place of almost certain death in WW1, no man's land on the tennis court would lead to the certain loss of the point. 

The idea was that because the ball typically lands in that space on the court, that the only way to hit the ball successfully would be with a half volley - not necessarily the easiest thing to do.

Yesterday I was at my club watching some friends play.  I'm recovering from a sprained ankle that's keeping me off the court.  One of the friends I'd been watching play has struggled with back issues that makes moving difficult.  It's kept her off the court a great deal over the last couple of years.  When their match was over she commented that one of the better male players at the club was suggesting that she learn to play in no man's land.  He told her that it would require much less running and allow her to play longer and with less effort.

She learned to play around the same period that I did and we commented that for us, it was a real paradigm shift to even think of playing from there.  She recounted a match she played against some very experienced and savvy doubles players with whom she and a partner had a knock down / drag out match that lasted 3+ hours.  She and her partner ran their butts off, while the other ladies had a much easier time of it due to the fact that they could play from no man's land.  Hmmm.

Sometimes a paradigm shift is exactly what's called for.  Occasionally that means learning a new skill.  If changing situations have you sidelined - or even partially sidelined, perhaps what you need is a paradigm change.  Maybe you've held on to assumptions that are holding you back.  You've assumed there's a certain place that's unsafe, but the truth is that you can learn to play there - even perform better.  I know this much... once my ankle's better, I'm going to take a lesson or two on how to play in no man's land.  Maybe I'll challenge some other paradigms too.





Monday, March 31, 2014

Stepping Back

This morning I was able to finish a Free Cell game that had me stumped all day Sunday.  For those of you unfamiliar with Free Cell, it's a Solitaire game which can be won every time  - yes, every time.  If you're skeptical, I understand.  I was too, but I can tell you anecdotally, that it's possible. 

Yesterday I tried several strategies to no avail.  Not wanting to ruin my record, I stepped back.  I decided to leave it until I could view the problem with fresh eyes.  This morning, I didn't perceive the difficulties that I couldn't get passed yesterday.  Hmmm.

It's not uncommon to come up against a problem or obstacle that appears unsolvable or too big to overcome.  It's a temptation to insist on staying with it until we decide we can't figure it out and then simply walk away. Often all we need to do is step back for a minute - or perhaps a little longer - and wait.

What are we waiting for?  If it's an intellectual problem we're waiting for our brains to solve the problem.  If it's something bigger, then - if we are Christians - we're waiting for God.  God to do what?  To speak or to act (which of course in God's case, is the same thing). 

I don't think I'm overstating things to say that if you're in a situation that appears confusing or that feels forced, then you probably need to step back.  Stepping back is not stepping away, although you may find that stepping away is exactly what you'll eventually do - especially if you're trying to force something that seems immovable.  However, you may also find that if you step back and wait, God will step forward and act.  What could be better than that? 

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Happy New Year

My father is in the other room going through his emails.  He's opened one wishing him a Happy New Year.  As he reads it, I hear a song playing that speaks of the coming new year and the opportunity for fresh starts and the importance of pressing forward.  The tune has a decidedly optimistic lilt to it. 

Whether you're young or old, the prospect of a new year brings with it the promise of new beginnings and fresh starts.  New Years resolutions abound, and though they are often met with failure, the impulse do begin anew is a good thing.  New Years reminds us that we need to be better people - we need to exercise more, lose weight, stop smoking, be kinder, etc.

This is the time of the year when newsmen remind us of all of the tragedy from the previous year.  This is also the time of year to review our own lives and the disappointments, difficulties - and sometimes tragedies we encountered.  The end of the year feels heavy with the weight of all that was difficult.  We long for better times.

It's too bad that the secular calendar and the church year do not end at the same time.  Christians end their year right before Advent with Christ the King Sunday.  The year is capped off with a reminder that, no matter how things look right now, Christ is on the throne, and is guiding history to an end point.  When that end comes, everything will be set right. 

For those who know Christ, even now, all things are being set right, whether we can perceive it or not.  In Romans 8 Paul reminds us that all things work together for good for those who love God, and that nothing can separate us from His love.  Now that's the way to begin a year - or a day - or a moment, knowing that whatever we encounter God will use for our good. In fact, He delights in turning things upside down - making lemonade out of our lemons. 

So, Happy New Year!  May God bless us all with a sense of His presence and purpose in 2014.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

A Force to Be Reckoned With - Wanda Weese Perez


Mom’s health really declined in the last year, so I’ve been thinking for a number of months about what I’d say about her when this day came.  So many things about her come to mind...  Wanda Perez was a real personality.  After some thought and prayer I believe that Mom - and the Lord would like you to hear what the Perez kids have heard from Mother’s lips very often over our life time: Live each day like it’s your last.  That’s certainly the way Mom lived her life.  I could probably talk all day long about the many ways that Mom fleshed out the idea of living each day like it’s your last, but I want to focus on three in particular:

Life is an adventure-  Mom was an adventurer.  She loved to see new places and learn new things.  She wasn’t afraid to step out and try something new.  She always told us that we could do anything we wanted to do.   After nursing school she decided to buy a sewing machine and taught herself how to sew.  Those of us who’ve known mom for a long time have probably worn something she made.  When she was a young nurse she hung out in the phlebotomy lab and learned how to be an expert stick – and in typical Wandanator fashion, was telling the nurses and phlebotomists at DRMC where to stick her right up till the end.  She could also do basic plumbing, electrical, and some home repairs.  She had lots of tools (including a chain saw) and she knew how to use them. 

Mom loved to travel.  In 1974 she took the five of us and our cousin Nick on a cross country adventure of epic proportions.  That trip was formative for all six of us kids.  She instilled in us a love of beauty and whimsy, as we stopped to see so many of this country’s beautiful places – and it’s oddities as well.  I’m known to my nieces and nephews as the Queen of Fun.  Well guys… Abuela was the original Queen of Fun.

 Sometimes adventure comes our way through challenges or adversity. Mom was game for that too, and taught us to face challenges with a can-do attitude. When we were very little she’d quote the Little Engine That Could to us – “I think I can, I think I can, I think I can – I can!”  As we grew older, she’d simply say, “Can’t never did anything.”  The challenges that Mom faced were sometimes daunting, but her resolve and her love of adventure meant that she faced them bravely, and never as a victim.  She was – as one of her friends aptly put it, intrepid.  Even at the end of her life when faced with declining health and very real limits on so much that she loved, Mom never had a pity party.

 Life is an adventure. Whether you’re out there seeking a new adventure or if life has dealt you a very difficult hand to play, go for it!   – Mom would say, “Can’t never did anything.” Face life – even the difficult things - as an adventure. Be boldly courageous, and you’ll have a lot more fun whatever comes your way.

People are important – Mom loved people.  She was genuinely interested in whomever she met.  Mom asked lots of questions – not because she was nosy, but because she truly wanted to know who people were.  She had lots of friends, and people were naturally drawn to her – especially young people.  I think that the reason young people liked mom was because she immediately treated them with respect.  She asked their opinions and took them seriously as persons.  Mom saw the humor in situations – irony and absurdity – and appreciated it with laughter.  In most of my fondest memories of Mom she’s laughing.

As a nurse mom demonstrated strikingly how important she felt people are.  Even her presence was healing, and she cared for her patients tenderly and competently.  For years she served in Employee health at DRMC.  She took that job very seriously and found herself not only nurse, but sometimes confidante and therapist.  She was always faithful with whatever was entrusted to her – whether someone’s health or their secrets. 

Over the years Mother opened her home to many people.  She cared for people in very practical ways – offering the hospitality of her cooking and friendly conversation.  There was always room for one or two more at the table.  We were often dismayed at the amount of food she’d buy and put in the freezer, but those supplies made it possible for her to offer hospitality to unexpected guests without feeling stressed out.  For mom, it was always the more the merrier.

People are important.  Mom’s life demonstrates in very real ways what it looks like to love our neighbor.  Take a real interest in other people.  Be a faithful friend.  Treat others with respect- especially young people.  Offer hospitality.

Actions Speak Louder Than Words – The Wandanator was a woman of action.  As much as she liked to chat with people, when it came down to the nitty gritty of living, she’d rather do what she believed than talk about it.  Mom didn’t spend a lot of time talking in the theoretical.  In fact, I can’t remember a single time I heard her say anything remotely theoretical.  She was a practical person.  In her mind it was fine to tell someone you love them, but it’s even better to show them.  It’s fine to have principles, but better to live them out. 

We all know that Mother loved to have her say.  She didn’t mind telling us what to do or how to do it.  Now that she’s in heaven, maybe she’d be more apt to quote from Scripture than she was before, so I thought it would be appropriate to leave my siblings and myself – and all of you- with a final instruction about being a person of action – this one from Philippians 2: 11-13 : 12 Therefore, my beloved, just as you have always obeyed me, not only in my presence, but much more now in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling; 13 for it is God who is at work in you, enabling you both to will and to work for his good pleasure.

For the last couple of years Mom was working on writing down her life story.  She only made it to the mid 1970’s, but the last word she wrote was Hallelujah.  I think that’s fitting.  We praise God for the incredible gift that Wanda May Weese Perez was to us.  We praise God for His work in and through her.  And we praise God that she has finished the race and kept the faith.  Hallelujah.

 

 

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

One Foot In Front of the Other

On Christmas Eve I watched Santa Claus is Coming to Town with my nephew.  It's a fairly modern classic for little kids, and it contains some great messages.  One of the songs animated is called "Put One Foot in Front of the Other."  It's sung by Chris Kringle and the newly reformed Winter Warlock.  Here are the words:

Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking cross the floor
Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking out the door

You never will get where you’re going
If you never get up on your feet
Come on, there’s a good tail wind blowing
A fast walking man is hard to beat

Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking cross the floor
Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking out the door

If you want to change your direction
If your time of life is at hand
Well don’t be the rule be the exception
A good way to start is to stand

Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking cross the floor
Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking out the door

If I want to change the reflection
I see in the mirror each morn
You mean that it's just my election
To vote for a chance to be reborn
 
There have been times when someone has asked me how I'm doing and I responded, "Putting one foot in front of the other."  During those periods I generally feel that I'm just plodding along, nothing great, exciting, or noteworthy.  However, as the lyrics above would suggest, putting one foot in front of the other is not a bad thing.  In fact, it's usually the way change happens.  So... if you feel that you're only plodding along, putting one foot in front of the other, maybe you should be feeling alright about it.  Dare I say, better than alright?  Putting one foot in front of the other is making a choice to move forward. 
 
I don't know about you, but I'd like for the reflection I see when I look in the mirror to change dramatically.  I'd like to look like Jesus.  But that doesn't happen over night. It is as Eugene Peterson says, a long obedience in the same direction.  Right after Paul exhorts the Philippians to imitate Christ's humility in chapter 2, he says this: 12 Therefore, my dear friends, as you have always obeyed—not only in my presence, but now much more in my absence—continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, 13 for it is God who works in you to will and to act in order to fulfill his good purpose."

May God give us the grace to put one foot in front of the other in 2013 and come at least a few steps closer to the people God intended us to be.