I’m breathing a little easier these last few days.
I accepted the reprieve offered by my HeartPaths instructors. That capstone paper originally due Monday will instead be turned in next month. Taking the extra time may serve to improve life for me and the project, as well as those involved in the project’s review.
So what have I done with this space of grace? With little ability to think deep thoughts, I’ve chosen to work through my backlog of projects, the kind that keep life going on the home front. Bookkeeping, housekeeping and cooking — to the deep sighs of my husband’s pleasure.
And then I tackled bigger projects too. I finally had a repair man out on my washing machine, which stopped working during the days when Daddy laid dying. We now know the washer will cost more to repair than to replace. So as I write, the delivery people from Lowes are trying to figure out how to negotiate these big pieces of equipment in and out a too-tight basement stairwell. Lord, have mercy.
Most of my activity — like renewing my long expired passport and sending out party invitations to celebrate my two son’s college graduations — opened up life for new ways of living. And in these days after my father’s funeral, I need a new lease on life.
I rest in these words of Jesus, that I read at my father’s funeral, from the twenty-first chapter of Revelation, which are a mainstay of comfort: “Behold I make all things new.”
And likewise, these words of St. Paul that found a home in the fifteenth chapter of 1 Corinthians:
“All flesh is not the same: Men have one kind of flesh, animals have another, birds another and fish another. There are also heavenly bodies and there are earthly bodies; but the splendor of the heavenly bodies is one kind, and the splendor of the earthly bodies is another. The sun has one kind of splendor, the moon another and the stars another; and star differs from star in splendor. So will it be with the resurrection of the dead. The body that is sown is perishable; it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body.”
At times like these, I think that everyday life is just a dress rehearsal for the big show.