Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Life is a Bag of Frozen Peas

I have been comtemplating life. I have been earnestly praying and asking the Lord to please let me know he is there, that I am love and more importantly everything is going to be ok. I made a goal to stay busy and keep a positive attitude. Its amazing the things that come your way with this attitude. Old friends are there with support and loving arms without me ever saying a word that I need them, new friends are being made. The Lord is aware, gracious and loving we just need to have the right attitude to let him in. This morning when I got to work and looked at my email and this story was there. I think no matter what you are going through or where you are in life this story applies. So enjoy the story of encouragement below.

Life is a Bag of Frozen Peas
A few weeks after my first wife, Georgia, was called to heaven, I was cooking dinner for my son and myself. For a vegetable, I decided on frozen peas. As I was cutting open the bag, it slipped from my hands and crashed to the floor. The peas, like marbles, rolled everywhere. I tried to use a broom, but with each swipe the peas rolled across the kitchen, bounced off the wall on the other side and rolled in another direction.
My mental state at the time was fragile. Losing a spouse is an unbearable pain. I got on my hands and knees and pulled them into a pile to dispose of, I was half laughing and half crying as I collected them. I could see the humor in what happened, but it doesn't take much for a person dealing with grief to break down.
For the next week, every time I was in the kitchen, I would find a pea that had escaped my first cleanup. In a corner, behind a table leg, in the frays at the end of a mat, or hidden under a heater, they kept turning up. Eight months later I pulled out the refrigerator to clean, and found a dozen or so petrified peas hidden underneath.
At the time I found those few remaining peas, I was in a new relationship with a wonderful woman I met in a widow/widower support group. After we married, I was reminded of those peas under the refrigerator. I realized my life had been like that bag of frozen peas. It had shattered. My wife was gone. I was in a new city with a busy job and a son having trouble adjusting to his new surroundings and the loss of his mother. I was a wreck. I was a bag of spilled, frozen peas. My life had come apart and scattered.
When life gets you down; when everything you know comes apart; when you think you can never get through the tough times, remember, it is just a bag of scattered, frozen peas. The peas can be collected and life will move on. You will find all the peas. First the easy peas come together in a pile. You pick them up and start to move on. Later you will find the bigger and harder peas. When you pull it all together, life will be whole again.
The life you know can be scattered at any time. You will move on, but how fast you collect your peas depends on you. Will you keep scattering them around with a broom, or will you pick them up one-by-one and put your life back together?


Ferrill said...

Happy Birthday Lisa!

Chelle said...

OK! I finally updated my blog. Now it's your turn! I'm coming to Utah in April so get that girl pumped about seeing her favorite auntie!