Life in Color
by jen erickson
We’ve come a long way.
This past year was rather remarkable. Remarkable not so much by what happened, but by how things have come to be.
Aedan (13) has grown taller (and, of course, wiser). We are equal in height, I expect for not much longer. He is most often pushing open the door to his independence while I’m on the other side holding it halfway shut with my foot. We try to meet in the middle, generally finding understanding (sometimes frustration), while aiming for delight and laughter.
Eli (11) has deepened his ability to intrigue and amaze me and others. If he could discover a magic trick or create a robot that could complete his schoolwork and eat his veggies for him, he’d be on cloud nine. He is always making something new, and enjoys the process more than the end result. Having the heart of an artist is not always (if ever) easy, but it is beautiful.
Jo Isaac (8) has become stronger–in heart, body and soul. He is my mix of cuddles and chaos (though my definition of “chaos” is likely much more mild than what that term defines). I appreciate how he engages with the world around him. He has almost outgrown my lap, which saddens me immensely.
It seems that now instead of tears and tantrums in our home, it’s more often words and conversations…perhaps heated discussions. We explain and reason with one another, we love and forgive. The boys ask many questions–questions that I would never think to ask. I answer them, sometimes. More often I recommend they go ask someone else more suited to answer (so if they ever show up on your doorstep asking some random yet “suited-for-you” question, I likely sent them).
I had always expected this would be Jeremy’s prime season of parenting. I could easily handle the babies and toddlers but I hoped he could oversee the kids once they could think for themselves. I wanted him around to help teach them how to know God, to help guide their view of the world, to aid them in understanding themselves. Yet in his absence, our family has been supported and our growth assisted in many ways, through various people. My goal as their mother is to hold them with loving yet open hands, lest I hold them too tightly and never let go. Not having Jeremy here has helped me do so because I’ve had no other option but to need others’ help.
As for me…
C.S. Lewis writes in A Grief Observed about the spiral of emotions that is experienced in a tragedy like the loss of a spouse–how you often feel that you are spiraling, yet never quite sure of the direction. From my experience, I found that even if I had been spiraling upward, one moment of stress or overwhelming request placed upon me, one familiar scent or the change of seasons, one thought of a past memory or glance at an image of the life we once had, would change the trajectory and stability of my heart. Those experiences for me, though not obsolete, are much less frequent.
The best I can describe is that something awoke in me this past summer. Life isn’t about recovery from tragedy anymore. There is a lot I could say about that—too much, really—but you’ll just have to take my word for it. Nothing in our life has changed all that much, but my heart seems positioned in a different way. Perhaps it’s just more full.
I say that because though this past year was filled with various circumstances in our family–some incredibly difficult, others surprisingly delightful—most days I’d go to bed and think, “I can’t believe I get to live this life”. And to say that without Jeremy’s presence is significant. As I’ve written before, there were days past when I thought the best years of my life were over. Perhaps they are. But I can look back at the past few years and still say that they have been good and worth every day of living. Our days have been infiltrated with the constancy of the Lord’s presence (whether obvious and felt, or not) and the beauty, strength, and joy of faithful friends, neither of which I take for granted. He has never left me. I have never been alone.
Five years ago, Jeremy snapped this pic while celebrating our 10th anniversary. I glanced at it the other night and thought, “He’s dying. I can see it in his eyes”. I didn’t recognize it back then, but those eyes weren’t the eyes I had seen for the previous nine years of our marriage. His eyes, though filled with hope, were saying goodbye to a world and life he so badly wanted to hold onto. And I noticed how I stood beside him with color that dressed up his gray.
Several months ago a woman at church kindly suggested that I needed to wear more color. Little did she know my closet has been filled with grays and navy blues for years now. This is in part because I’m a minimalist in the wardrobe department due to my distaste for shopping, but mostly because it’s how I’ve felt. So I chuckled and said, “Well, it’s kinda how I feel”…gray and navy suit me well.
But I get it now. The color is rising in me.”I will restore to you the years…” (Joel 2). The Lord promises to do so. And in certain ways, He already has.
Blessings to you, dear family and friends. May 2017 be a year that you are drawn closer to Him.
Thank you for sharing. Prayers for you and your boys!
Lois Grothe
Jen, you were wearing color on Sunday when I saw you, and color looks good on you. You amaze me and inspire me and I am so thankful for you. I continue to pray for you and your boys!😘
Man, this is good. I thank God for you and your boys, Jenny, and also for Jeremy’s ongoing influence in my life and my family’s. Love you guys. 🙂
Beautifully said. Blessings to you. 😊
You are an amazing outstanding woman and an inspiration to everyone who reads this. Thank you for making my friends life so wonderful while he was on our earth. God bless you.
Thank you for this testimony! I am so blessed to read about your boys and about how you are coming through your grief journey. God is good to give you insight into that journey that you can share with others. God bless you and your family in 2017!
This is so beautiful, Jen. Thank you for sharing.
Beautiful.
Sending hugs to you doll. Hugs of gratitude for the strength you live out and for the excitement of growth that comes in various colors.
Wow, Jen, your boys are SO big now. Thanks for taking the time to share how you and they are doing. It is so encouraging to hear you share that the last few years “have been good and worth every day of living” in the face of all you’ve gone through. May the LORD’s presence continue to infiltrate your days as you press into Him.
Six weeks ago, while we were burying our little girl, Serenity, up in Roseau, Sonja and I walked around the cemetery. Just about 100 yards from her plot (she’s at the end of the near road going into the cemetery) was Jeremy’s head stone. We saw it, took a picture, and said a prayer for your family at that time. We meant to send a text (not sure why we didn’t), but wanted to let you know that your family still comes to mind in the LORD’s providence. Someday, we’ll have the chance to connect 🙂
Thanks again for the update!
Jacob for Sonja as well
Great is His faithfulness!! May grace abound to you and your precious family.