I wrote this poem over 6 1/2 years ago. Since then, I inadvertently keep hearing stories of parents, who like me, have been: ghosted -forgotten-discarded without any real explanation; and of how the pain of this insidious loss and rejection that makes one feel chucked to the side of the road like a candy wrapper, never dies. Though it does grow faint with time. As the timeless cycle of holiday celebration approaches one more year, we are reminded that Thanksgiving and Christmas so rich in memories of past family gatherings are here, and the scab is once again yanked on. It is for you, Dear Forgotten Parents, that I am reposting this to remind you there are others who feel your grief and loss. You are not alone. God bless you during the holidays of 2019. My hope and prayer for you is this: May this be the year your hearts witness the joy of family restoration! Much Love! Elizabeth
HIS EYE IS ON THIS SPARROW TOO Still Learning to Lean on God
Forgotten Parents – A New Kind of Empty Nest
We wiped bottoms and washed faces,
And took our children to many places.
We cut countless meals into tiny bites,
We made it through untold, sleepless nights.
We survived those frightening, terrible twos,
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Hope all is well with you! I can’t believe it’s been over six-and-a-half years since my son died. The road that followed his death, along with other very difficult situations that came along, was the toughest road of physical and emotional recovery I’d ever had to walk. Much like Job in the Bible, I felt abandoned by God and man.
But God showed me He’d been there all along! For the last several years I’ve gone through rounds of construction as God continues the good work He began in me the day of my salvation. As I’m beginning to get my head above water I’ve never felt more at peace or closer to God. I hope to share some of these transformations sometime soon.
I apologize I have not been writing as I originally promised. I am slowly working myself back to that place.
I thank you all for your understanding and patience.
Something happened recently that inspired me to write this. Maybe it’s because this stuff happens too often, or because I’ve personally been a victim of false judgments, criticism, and even malicious slander by people making judgments without facts, that I’m a bit more sensitive.
I recently had ankle surgery and, while my foot’s recovering nicely, once in a while I bump it on the leg of a chair and am instantly reminded I’m not completely healed. Usually, a seemingly minor bump, like one I had several days ago, results in a few days of agonizing ankle pain.
I ran a quick errand to Yokes in Post Falls, Idaho on Thursday. As I walked out of the grocery store the ankle pain gripped me to the point I avoided taking any extra steps and was quick to unload the groceries as soon as I got to my car.
Normally, I take the extra effort to push the empty cart to its designated spot, but this time I desperately needed to get off my foot. I pushed the mini cart to the dividing line between the parking spaces as I’ve seen countless carts left, and left it there making sure it wasn’t in anyone’s way when they pulled in or out, and was relieved to sit in my car. Continue reading
I hope you all have had a wonderful Christmas and are looking forward to a new year of blessings. Please forgive my absence as last year was a year mixed with blessings and difficulties.
I know it’s not thanksgiving yet, but hey, stores already have Christmas trees up, so I hoped you would humor me. Besides, I’m posting this to encourage someone to reach out to those in need this year.
Many people will not be celebrating Thanksgiving or Christmas this year and it isn’t because of a faith-based thing, it’s more of a funds-based thing. They just don’t have the money to buy the food and gifts to celebrate with; or any food sometimes. In fact, they don’t even have a place to live, which as you can imagine, gives them very little to be thankful for.
Today is October 10, 2015; National Homeless Day.
Over a year ago I was moved to write a fictional story about a young man who lived a hopeless, homeless life for several years. I have never experienced homelessness myself but have always felt terrible for those forced to live in the elements, especially in areas where exposure to the cold and snow can be dangerous and even deadly. Continue reading
When our lifetime of baggage becomes heavy clutter, it’s time to take inventory of what to keep, what to give away, and what to discard. Continue reading
Every once in a while there is a movie with an excellent plot line that in my opinion is so completely ruined by the continued use of profanity that I walk away from it a few minutes later shaking my head. Do film producers really feel their movies are not good enough without profanity? Continue reading
We tend to believe God’s commandments exist to restrict joy out of our life but in reality they exist to keep joy in our lives by restricting heartbreak and tragedy.
I wish I’d known and understood this pearl of wisdom when I was much younger.
By ~ Elizabeth Yalian 2013-2015 ©http://hiseyeisonthissparrow.com. ♛