He’s working things out
By Jo McCormick
Park Ridge resident
Revisiting my past with the scrutiny of a Christian who has a vision of eternity causes this writer to face some truths only remotely evident to me as life events unfolded.
Validation of your life can prove to you that you were a valuable contributor to society. You did play an important role in many lives.
However, when you look back over, for me, seventy-plus years, and you closely scrutinize life events as your own mortality becomes ever more evident to you—voila, right there, behold; how did I miss something so majorly important?
Now you must confess to yourself your various shortcomings. God already knows them, but to acknowledge to Him you finally “see” them will go far in gaining peace of mind.
Outside of anything of an athletic nature or attention-getting activity, journalism was my favorite “subject” in school. Do you suppose it was all—athletic ability, outrageous behavior and journalist—my way to get attention? Maybe psychology should have been my priority!
However, I have always loved words and their applications. I must admit some of my “applications” were probably not all acceptable. Now today I have the proverbial excuse, “I can’t think how I want to phrase this,” or temporary lapse of memory for names—especially names.
Yet today, writing my feelings on paper about the life I’m living and have lived is easier than speaking words. Verbalization arouses much emotion for me at this time in my life.
Tears, for me, are still a sign of weakness or inadequacy. If I write words to bare my soul, I’ll cry but you won’t see my tears.. Is there some perverse psychology here?
Well, anyway, that’s just me, as I am. It does make me feel better about me to realize I have “learned” over these seventy-plus years, even given the fact it was (and is) quite slowly.
To set the scenario for this next series of columns—the text will emanate from my journaling done in conjunction with a Bible study I attended with others several years ago. WOW—it was 11 years ago now. It was only seven years ago when I first started this endeavor. I said I was a “slow-goer,” did I not?
Anyway, 11 years ago several of us seemed to be at a point in our lives where we needed some personal validation. For me, I had recently lost my husband of 42-plus years and my family of six children was essentially raised. At least they were out on their own. I question to this day whether mothers ever feel we are done raising our children.
Another thing that was troubling was that my job with GOCH had lost its luster. The job I’d loved, and been devoted to for many years was now a job, a commitment, not a calling.
In the scope of a lifetime these last 11 years could be considered “recent.” I feel compelled to say some occurrences in my life might have been approached differently by me had I at those times been better versed in God’s plan for me and in his teachings.
I personally revisited my 2002 journal early in 2008 and now again in 2013. Same lessons, same scriptures, different circumstances. Same uplifting feeling of, “I’m not done yet!”
In 2002, I was still employed part time in GOCH activities as an aide, having previously directed the program for 16 years.
In 2008 I was retired altogether from the realm of wage earner, but as an “ex-wage earner” I had much more time to write, compose my thoughts and assist with Zaybreon in our Madrid home.
In 2013 I entered Park Ridge Assisted Living realm. By the grace of God the older realm of GOCH activities as a volunteer—a change of circumstances, came the blessings of, “You’re not done yet!”
Ephesians 1:11 It’s in Christ that we find out who we are, and what we are living for. Long before we heard of Christ and got our hopes up, He had His eye on us, for glorious living, part of the overall purpose He is working out in everything and everyone.”