Courtesy of my friend Brooke, I heard about this monthly link-up, Four Somethings hosted by Heather Gerwing, in which we share: Something Loved, Something Said, Something Learned and Something Read. I am excited to join along.
My aunt came to visit at the beginning of this month. She lives in Belgium, and comes to see us every 4-5 years, which used to be furlough for her, but now its just to visit her family (and when she has saved up enough money). She moved to France in her 20’s as a single missionary, was married to a Belgian man and adopted two beautiful daughters. Over the years, her life has had many hard times, but she has remained faithfully in Belgium and ministered there. When it came time for her retire, though we wouldn’t have minded having her in Canada, we felt that Europe was were she should stay because her family and all she had known for the past 50 years was there. It was lovely to get to spend time with her, telling about her family over the past couple years, watching the World Cup and shopping for different things her family had requested that made them think of Canada. In a couple of weeks, I will be heading to a family reunion out West, where I will meet up with her, the rest of her siblings and my family. I look forward to this time when I will see my mom’s siblings. Its been awhile since I saw my Uncle. Family is a precious thing, and while these ones are too close to us, its nice that we are still willing and wanting to be connected. I have heard of division in too many situations.
The past couple of months I have been struggling with severe depression. I have been without a full time job since January, and though I have been blessed with a very part time job which I enjoy, I am still needing to find further employment. I can’t explain how difficult it is to try to prepare my resume and then send it in, and then start again, hoping against hope that someone will get in touch with me and I’ll be the one for the job. In the past, I have been blessed to know people, who helped me have an in at least for an interview. Having to do this on my own (with a bit of assistance) has been very hard for me. But I’m sure I am not alone in this, I only feel alone.
And I posted honestly on Instagram my struggle with not believing the lies that were raging through my head. I recieved many blessed messages but the following three really touched me deep:
Elizabeth : I’d lay down beside you until you’re well.
Bethany: please feel more than welcome to unravel in my direction
Jamie: How I understand. Speak and let your words flow.
And in the midst of listening to the lies that I am all alone, that this will not be overcome, etc…I was reminded of the deepness and realness of sisterhood. For this I am incredibly grateful.
While wandering around Wikipedia, I came across a list of wealthy people in the past from the United States. Of course, the name Rockefeller came up and so I read more. I have only a vague idea of just how rich he was. And while you must read Wiki with a grain of salt (knowing that not all is at it appears), the following idea was put forth that blew my mind.
In 1913, John D. Rockefeller was worth $400 billion US (price adjusted with inflation to todays income) which was recorded as 2% of the US economy at the time.
WHAT? I can’t even begin to fathom that kind of money. No wonder their names are on so many things.
I began reading Gilead by Marilynne Robinson for the second time. I hadn’t put it down because I didn’t like it, but rather I knew it was quite a treasure and I wanted to devote appropriate attention to it. I have found myself reading and re-reading the first 50 pages over again, because of their luminosity, depth and the beauty of the language of which she carefully makes use. The following is one of the quotes that spoke to me heart, among many that I have jotted in my journal:
It is an amazing thing to watch people laugh, the way it sort of takes them over. Sometimes they really do struggle with it . . . so I wonder what it is and where it comes from, and I wonder what it expends out of your system, so that you have to do it till you’re done, like crying in a way, I suppose, except that laughter is much more easily spent.
The book has no chapter delineation, so you never really come to an end of a thought. You just keep turning the page to find more of the story laid forward. This is a book I am sure that I will revisit time and again. I tend to be wary of books that many people declare as stunning and ‘must read’ but in this case, these people were spot on. I look forward to diving into the rest of her works, Home and Lila.