The Other Side

Five am at SeaTac Airport waiting for my flight to Atlanta and then onto San Jose Costa Rica.

We are headed to a bi-annual reunion of mining engineering graduates from 1973 Nottingham University. My husband is among that group. Since 2013, they have met up every two years. They gather along with their wives for a week or ten days. They reconnect in different spots around the world.

This morning as I wait for the flight, I sent my girlfriend a text that simply says, “I am on the other side.” It is a message we have sent each other for years when traveling.

It’s meaning is that we have made it through security and we’re on the other side waiting for our flight. Everyone knows security is one of the biggest anxieties when you travel.

Once I told her that one day, hopefully, we can send that message to each other when we cross over from this life to the next. Truly that is going to be the ultimate cross over to the “other side.”

On that day, we will not escape the bonds of earth in an airplane. Instead, we will ascend in a blaze of glory into the heavenly realms.

How much I want to be able to share that moment with my friends and family. To have the ability to say, “I am safe. I made the journey to the other side. There is no more anxiety. No more uncertainty. Only love and acceptance.”

I wonder will I stand in line waiting my turn to see the agent at the kiosk? Or like so many others have theorized, will my family be there waiting for me? Will St Peter meet me there? Will I be showing him my boarding pass and ID? Or will he simply look for my name in the Book of Life? Will he then say, “Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world.”

It will be a time when I will finally meet my God, my Lord and Savior. A time when all my doubts will disappear, when all the paths my life has taken me will become clear. A time of joy, and eternal rest.

But for today, I have made it through security with the hundreds of other people traveling to a thousand designations. We have all made it to the other side this day. I pray we will all make it on that day before the Lord as well.

“Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’ “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ ~ Matthew 35:34-40 NASB

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Broken Valentine

I honestly don’t understand why life has to be so complicated. Abuse ~ the improper treatment of individuals, involving harm… physical, sexual, emotional or financial.

I have experienced abuse, but I think the hardest to comprehend is that that comes from your children… or grandchildren. I don’t think it is unique to Generation X, stories go far back of children abusing their parents or grandparents, blaming them for their own issues and shortcomings and then throw daggers at their hearts and walking away. Just read the story of the prodigal son.

Like the prodigal son, sometimes they realize that they were wrong and they return. They reestablish a relationship and sometimes it is broken forever.

Drugs and alcohol abuse can can and does prevent reconciliation. The abuser cannot see any perspective but their own. If one does not agree to, or yield to, their every demand they are verbally abused, blamed, belittled and they take out their anger on their loved one and then project their issues onto their loved one.

I found this poem twenty years ago online. It was on an online bulletin board which no longer exists. I have looked for it online since without success. Whoever Dusty is, she experienced that deep, deep hurt that stings and breaks your heart. She succinctly captures the depth of the pain.

Nothing one can do, but wait it out. Pray for them, pray for a renewal of that close relationship but while you wait protect your own heart.

The Bottom Line:  Love is a fragile thing needing tender care. When it’s abused, even for a second, you grieve for its loss and pray you can survive to love again.

I cannot breathe today
For the hurt lodged in my lungs.

My heart is mired in yesterday’s sorrow
When your silent anger blistered and stung.

That anger is forever cemented in my mind
Where you caused blood to mix with hot tears

As you carelessly wounded a tender heart
Stripping away the pride and replacing it with fears.

Your cold heart was my shadow all day
My sandpaper shower scrubbed my skin raw.

I had blood between my fingers and splinters in my hands
I bathed in yesterday where your cruelty was all I saw.

Did you put on your Sunday best
To spackle my heart with mud?

Was the acid I drank from your rusted cup
Meant to destroy me in my own blood?

I solemnly declare you can no longer touch me there
A box of steel in an abyss of truth is reserved just for you.

Heed my words for I speak only the truth
You brought me to my knees as only a child can do.

Some day when you’re all alone and your thoughts turn to me
The hurt you feel will be like no other

As you realize just how much you lost
When you destroyed the heart of your mother.

Dusty
From the Internet –(ddustyrose from Epinions 2005)

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