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A Simple Acknowledgement that Men Grieve Too

by Lois Flowers June 10, 2024
by Lois Flowers

Inside: As Father’s Day approaches, let’s not ignore the grief that’s never mentioned in greeting cards featuring beer, fishing and dad jokes but is all-too-present for many men. ~

Women aren’t the only ones who grieve.

It seems obvious, but sometimes, I think the world forgets. Not just the world at large, but the Christian culture as well.

I don’t know why this is, exactly. But that’s not the point of this post.

A Kind Remembrance

Last year, I learned the Sunday before Mother’s Day is designated International Bereaved Mother’s Day. My church offers a special prayer on this day for women who long to be moms or who have lost children, either before they were born or after.

As someone who fell into the former category for many years, I thought my church’s prayer was a compassionate, sensitive gesture. But it also made me wonder whether there is a similar commemoration for men.

Turns out, there is. But International Bereaved Father’s Day isn’t the week before Father’s Day, as you might expect. It’s the last Sunday in August.

A Day for Men too

Here’s how the International Days website describes it:

“While Father’s Day in June is celebratory, this observance recognizes all the dads who have experienced the grief and trauma caused by the death of their baby or child. It serves as a day of remembrance, hope, healing, and a time to deal with the enormous pain associated with such a loss. In addition, it calls out any stigma against fathers in general as they sometimes grieve differently from their partners.”

Interestingly, while the day for bereaved mothers includes women suffering from infertility, the day for fathers does not. I understand women are the ones who conceive and carry babies, but this struggle is difficult for men who long to be fathers too.

Odd Timing

I also wonder at the timing of the day for men—it seems there’s a good chance it might get overlooked among all the back-to-school and end-of-summer activities, not to mention all those Labor Day barbecues that home-improvement store ads assume men love so much.

Do most men even care about such days of remembrance? My guess is probably not. But their grief is still deep, important and worth recognizing.

Seasons of Grief

I’ve known many wonderful men throughout my life, including my dad, husband and father-in-law, as well as three brothers and two brothers-in-law.

Each of them has gone through seasons of grief relating to all sorts of loss, and, I’m guessing, each one has responded in his own unique way. Some may be more prone to cry or to process through writing or tinkering in the garage or talking it out with a trusted listener.

I’m also thinking of husbands of friends who have suffered greatly, along with their wives, when a child died, strayed in one way or another, or even cut off ties to the family. Moms may be more vocal (though not always) about these losses, but dads feel them too.

Often very profoundly.

A Simple Acknowledgement

At this point in a blog post, I usually try to include some bits of encouragement or practical takeaways. This time, as Father’s Day approaches, I simply want to acknowledge the grief that’s never mentioned in greeting cards featuring beer, fishing and dad jokes but is all-too-present for many men.

While men aren’t the primary audience for this blog, if you know a man who might appreciate this post, feel free to forward it to him. And if you’re a man or a woman for whom Father’s Day brings up grief or pain, always remember that God is “close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” (Psalm 34:18)

On difficult holidays as well as every other day of the year.

♥ Lois

As Father’s Day approaches, I want to acknowledge the grief that’s never mentioned in greeting cards featuring beer, fishing and dad jokes but is all-too-present for many men. Share on X If Father’s Day brings up grief or pain for you, always remember that God is 'close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.' (Psalm 34:18) Share on X

P.S. I’m linking up this week with #tellhisstory, InstaEncouragements, Let’s Have Coffee and Grace & Truth.

June 10, 2024 19 comments
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When We Can Look Back and See Growth or Healing

by Lois Flowers June 4, 2024
by Lois Flowers

Inside: Sickness led to soul-searching, then a comment from a friend helped me reaffirm my “why” and continues to provide encouragement for all of us today. ~

One thing I learned from having Covid twice in one year is that, for me, the recovery phase is often just as emotional as it is physical.

The first time, I was anticipating my younger daughter’s graduation from high school, and my sickness-induced gloomy thoughts went down a rabbit hole of second-guessing some key aspects of my motherhood journey.

The second time (nine months later), my words went away and I started wondering if my blogging days were over.

Autopilot

Both times I remembered my dad’s advice for when you find yourself in the middle of an uncharacteristic struggle—to put yourself on autopilot and know that you will feel better eventually.

I did feel better eventually. But the period of soul-searching went on for a bit longer.

Why am I writing? I asked myself (and God). Am I even supposed to keep this up?

Still Writing

Since I’m still hitting “publish” regularly, you’re safe to assume that I didn’t get a definite “let it go” from the still small Voice. What I did get, though, was the sense that I need to hold my blog loosely in case God ever does impress upon my heart the need to give it up.

And also, that I need to evaluate the “why” behind every post I write.

I get the irony here. This post may seem like a call for you to tell me to keep writing, and if I had written it several months ago, that’s exactly what it would have been. Now, though, I see it as a discussion about motivation.

Motivation Matters

A key learning from last year was that if I set out to write something because I’m feeling insecure, I’d be better off scheduling coffee with an in-person friend instead.

As I shared here, “My motivation behind my writing must be to encourage, not to elicit sympathy or affirmation.”

That post prompted my blogger friend Linda to share some helpful insights in the comment section.

“I’m thinking this is a constant conversation many of us have with ourselves, often unconsciously,” she wrote. “How much do we share, how transparent should we be, is this our story to tell, and why are we going there in the first place.

“Only God can give us those deepest words of affirmation and comfort that others can never (and shouldn’t have to) give us,” Linda continued. “And as He does, our draining/empty wells begin to fill to overflowing and we’re freed up to focus on those around us.”

Writing Through It

I’ve seen what Linda describes happen in my own life; perhaps you have too.

I used to blog quite a bit about my daughters and various aspects of parenting. Later, as I moved through the loss of my parents—I wrote heavily about that, and about trusting God through hard times.

Five years into what you might call my “grief journey,” I’m feeling much more like myself again. A more grownup version of myself, if that makes any sense.

I see no need to have all the answers even as I’m more confident in what I have learned—through experience and God’s work in my life—about what I believe and the hope that I have.

A Work in Progress

As the clouds part in my soul and the weights lift off my heart, I’m also feeling the urge to listen, to ask questions, to share the stories other people are living. (This is partly why I’ve added an interview Q&A feature to the blog, and also why I decided to start Remembering Our Parents on Instagram.)

Whether it has to do with healing from loss or some kind of spiritual growth, isn’t it encouraging to notice some kind of forward motion? When we can look back and see we are not how we once were in some way? When we deal with a situation we’ve faced before and observe that we responded better this time?

I call these realizations progress reports from God. And I don’t know about you, but I think they’re worth celebrating.

God is Sufficient

Never in a prideful way, because we all have so much further to go. But in a way that acknowledges God’s ongoing activity in our lives, that He is keeping His promise of completing the good work He has begun in each one of us.

As our empty wells begin to fill up again, it turns out we have more to give others. Adding to Linda’s train of thought, when we understand God alone is sufficient to meet the needs we still have, we’re able to turn our eyes outward, which—in some mysterious way—continues the healing process within our own hearts.

I hope this encourages you today, whether you are getting over Covid, moving through grief, waiting for some kind of answer or simply dealing with the regular stuff of life in our groaning world.

♥ Lois

Whether it has to do with healing from loss or some kind of spiritual growth, isn’t it encouraging to notice some kind of forward motion? Share on X As our empty wells begin to fill up again, it turns out we have more to give others. Share on X

P.S. I’m linking up this week with #tellhisstory, InstaEncouragements, Let’s Have Coffee and Grace & Truth.

June 4, 2024 22 comments
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Five Years Later: Thoughts about Dad, Peonies and Unanswered Blog Comments

by Lois Flowers May 28, 2024
by Lois Flowers

Inside: In honor of my dad’s birthday, I’ve written about his favorite flowers, funeral slide shows, the heaviness of grief, kind friends and where my heart is now. ~

I was at Wal-Mart recently, headed toward the insect repellant, when Bob Seger’s “Like a Rock” came on the instore music system. I don’t recall ever hearing the song before one of my brothers chose it as part of the accompaniment for the slide show at my dad’s funeral.

That presentation was 45 minutes long—the longest the funeral home had ever done. I guess that’s to be expected when a person has seven children who had just buried their mom less than two months earlier.

Maybe the slide show was so long because it was our last chance to honor our parents in this way. We had to get as many photographic memories on that screen as we possibly could.

That day in Wal-Mart, I stood in front of the bug spray, listened to Bob Seger and thought about how my dad was a rock in my life—the one person who always made me feel better simply by being in his presence.

I miss him so much.

Ebb and Flow of Life

My dad’s birthday was May 28. He died on May 29, five years ago.

The peonies were especially beautiful during his last few weeks. Fitting, since they were his favorite flower.

I’m not sure I’ve seen such a display since then. Not this year, that’s for sure. A few of my plants—descendants from the peonies in the yard of my childhood home—didn’t even bloom at all.

They’re too shaded now, and probably also suffering from several years of less-than-normal rainfall.

The peonies’ recent performance makes me sad, but it also reminds me of the ebb and flow of life.

I’m certain mine would do better if I moved them, watered them, fertilized them. At this point, though, I’m not sure I have the energy for that. Instead, I’m turning my sights toward more drought-tolerant perennials—sedum, to be exact.

Three new varieties now grace my front flower bed. I have high hopes for them but, as Dad would often say, I guess we’ll see.

Words with Staying Power

I wrote about the peonies in a blog post I published five years ago today. I don’t recall writing many of the posts I shared during that intense time, but I do remember that one.

I scratched it out on a piece of paper on the way home from Iowa, where several of my siblings and parts of our families traveled to see my nephew graduate from high school.

I read it now and marvel at how I was able to string those words together, words that evoke the same feeling I get when I see my parents’ headstone. Both post and stone remind me of the saddest, hardest season of my life so far, and yet both are exactly right.

Ever since I started blogging almost 10 years ago, I’ve tried to answer every blog comment. I’ve broken plenty of other blogging rules, but this is one I’ve mostly followed.

That week, I didn’t respond to a single comment. Those precious unanswered words are still there, though, and when I read them recently, they touched my heart deeply.

It was a heavy time around here, for months on end. And yet, many of you stuck with me. I’m so grateful for that, for your prayers and encouraging words.

The grief has softened, as my GriefShare facilitator promised it would. I still remember, though. And my heart remains with others who have taken the journey before me, are on it now, or expect to be there soon.

♥ Lois

The slide show at my dad's funeral was 45 minutes long. I guess that’s to be expected when a person has seven children who had just buried their mom less than two months earlier. Share on X The grief of losing my parents has softened, but I still remember. And my heart remains with others who have taken a similar journey before me, are on it now, or expect to be there soon. Share on X

P.S. I’m linking up this week with #tellhisstory, InstaEncouragements, Let’s Have Coffee and Grace & Truth.

May 28, 2024 30 comments
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Share Four Somethings: May 2024

by Lois Flowers May 21, 2024
by Lois Flowers

Inside: As my empty nest fills back up temporarily, I’m teaching a daughter to cook, trying out a different form of exercise, enjoying a new favorite bread recipe, missing my mom and counting many blessings. ~

And just like that, our once-empty nest has filled back up.

Daughter Lilly graduated from college and moved back home, along with younger sister Molly. Molly will return to school in the fall, but Lilly is looking for a full-time job in her degree field.

If she lands one remote position she’s in the running for, she’ll be here at least a while longer. Like so many scenarios in recent years, I’m finding in this another opportunity to hold expectations loosely and be thankful for the blessings inherent in each season.

I’m posting this on my mom’s birthday, and I sure wish I could talk to her about this transition. I can’t do that, of course, but I can emulate the hospitality and grace she offered me when I, too, lived at home for more than a year after I finished college.

Here’s the blunt truth. I wasn’t always the easiest person to be around during that time of my life. I’m not proud of this, but it does help me have empathy toward others in that situation.

Fortunately, the four of us enjoy spending time together as a family. Randy and I will be grateful for that, for however long the girls are here.

Now, without further ado, it’s time to link up with Jennifer and friends for this month’s Share Four Somethings. Starting with …

Something Loved

Here’s one way to find a new favorite recipe.

• Listen to a podcast that features an interview with someone who has written a memoir about baking bread.

• Get the book—By Bread Alone: A Baker’s Reflections on Hunger, Longing, and the Goodness of God—from the library and read it.

• Notice a recipe called “Companion Bread” that author Kendall Vanderslice describes as “sourdough on training wheels.”

• Read the recipe and find no mention of fussing around with starter.

• Try the recipe, which involves several easy steps, including an overnight resting of the dough.

• Eat the bread and love it.

• Repeat. (I think I’ve made the bread four times in the last few months.)

(Also, the podcast was “Welcome Heart: Living a Legacy Life” with Sue Donaldson.)

Something Learned

Earlier this month, I told Lilly that if she wanted me to teach her how to cook her favorite recipes, this summer would be a good time to do it. I also said I would not hound her to join me in the kitchen, but she could initiate the cooking lessons whenever she liked.

I came home from running errands one day and found my favorite cookbooks and the family recipe binder dotted with Post-it notes. Turns out, she had—with help from Molly—gone through all the recipes and found around 60 for us to make together.

So far, she’s done a few things she never wanted to do before—namely, skin and cut up raw chicken and mix ground beef and other ingredients for Salisbury Steak with her hands. She is very thankful for latex gloves, but she hasn’t complained a bit.

I’m grateful for the kitchen help, and for the chance to pass on some fun skills to my daughter.

Something New

I’ll probably write more about this in the future, but for now, I’ll just say an issue with my knee is causing me to think differently about exercise. Specifically, it’s forcing me to stop running and choose something else to keep up my cardiovascular health.

One good option seems to be biking, and this is another reason why I am grateful for Lilly’s presence at home right now. She enjoys riding bikes and is a wonderful person to have along as I get used to navigating the trail near my home in this way.

Something Realized

By this time of year, I usually have pots full of my favorite annuals scattered around my yard. A strawberry planter on the front porch full of red impatiens. Petunias in a hanging basket in the window well by the basement guest room. More impatiens and petunias in the backyard by the pool.

Usually, if the annuals haven’t been planted, they’ve at least been purchased. But not this year. I’ve been so busy with other projects and family events, not to mention distracted by the afore-mentioned knee problem, that I haven’t even been to a garden center to buy a single plant for my many pots.

The realization is that while I hope I get to this soon, I’m OK with scaling back. Maybe even significantly.

Of course, every time I say this, I end up planting all my pots anyway. So I guess we’ll see.

• • •

Now it’s your turn. What did May hold for you? Please share in the comments.

♥ Lois

Like so many scenarios in recent years, I’m finding in this another opportunity to hold expectations loosely and be thankful for the blessings inherent in each season. Share on X I can’t talk to my mom about transitions with young adult children, but I can emulate the hospitality and grace she offered me when I lived at home for more than a year after I finished college. Share on X

P.S. I’m linking up this week with sharefoursomethings, #tellhisstory, InstaEncouragements, Let’s Have Coffee and Grace & Truth.

Grad photo courtesy of John Brown University.

May 21, 2024 24 comments
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What I Learned about Grace During a Stressful Season

by Lois Flowers May 14, 2024
by Lois Flowers

Inside: It started with a pity party and ended with a deeper understanding of how the Gospel frees us to release others from meeting needs that only God can meet. ~

Years ago, the biblical concept of dying to self became intensely personal for me during a stressful time of my life.

I shared what this looked like last week. But the story didn’t end there.

I continued thinking about dying to self as the months went by. We even started talking about it as a family.

We called it “DTS-ing” for short, referring to unselfish acts like choosing the smaller cookie or letting someone else go first—intentional efforts to put others ahead of our own desires, even for the little things.

Hard Season

During that time, I was transitioning into a different season of life, physically. There was a lot of personal and family change. There were some unmet expectations. Things that I had always counted on seemed altered, and I sometimes struggled to distinguish perception from reality.

Summer came, and it was hot. I had an infection that required antibiotics, and the medication caused bona-fide insomnia. I’m sure all of that played into my mental state at the time.

I lay on my bed one day, half praying, half processing.

I know I’m supposed to die to myself so that others can live, I thought, but what about me? Do I have to die to myself so others can live even if it seems like nobody is doing that for me? Or at least not doing it in the way that I hoped to see it done that day?

Mind Tricks

I want to point out that people have died to self for me throughout my life and were continuing to do it even then. My husband, especially, was making significant sacrifices to provide for our family during those rough economic times.

Unfortunately, the changes in my body and mind were playing some serious tricks on me. Amid such transition, it’s sometimes easy to lose sight of what’s real. Although praying Psalm 43:3—that God would send His light and His truth so they could lead me—helped, I still struggled.

But back to my question: Do I have to die to myself so that others can live even if I think nobody is doing that for me?

I knew the answer, and I didn’t like it.

Then I Had an Epiphany

There I was, having a pity party because I felt like no one was dying to him- or herself so that I could experience life, when the Holy Spirit whispered to my heart:

“Somebody DID die so you could have life.”

Suddenly, everything I had ever learned about the gospel coalesced into crystal-clear form.

Jesus Died So We Can Live

And because He died so we can live, we can die to ourselves so that others can have life.

Because of His grace, we’re wholly accepted, wholly clean, wholly loved. We belong in His family, forever.

And because of that, we’re free.

Free to give, expecting nothing in return. Free to love even when we don’t feel love back.

Free to release others from the burden of meeting needs only God can meet. Free to share our stories even if might embarrass us a bit. Free to invest our lives and words into others without fearing rejection or needing affirmation.

Lifelong Lesson

Why it took four decades to figure this out, I don’t know.

Truth be told, I’m still trying to figure it out.

But that day, something shifted inside my heart. In ways that I find hard to describe, what Jesus did for me—for each one of us—seemed more real, more relevant to my daily life.

He did it all.

And He is enough.

♥ Lois

Because of God's free gift of grace, we’re wholly accepted, wholly clean, wholly loved. We belong in His family, forever. Share on X Because of God's gift of grace, we're free to give, expecting nothing in return. Free to love even when we don’t feel love back. Free to release others from the burden of meeting needs only God can meet. Share on X

P.S. I’m linking up this week with #tellhisstory, InstaEncouragements, Let’s Have Coffee and Grace & Truth.

May 14, 2024 18 comments
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The Role We Play in Giving Life to Others

by Lois Flowers May 7, 2024
by Lois Flowers

Inside: Even when we’re irritable or exhausted, we can choose to encourage others by speaking kindly and putting their needs ahead of our own. ~

What does it mean to die to self?

The question—posed many years ago during a small-group discussion—was one I had never seriously considered. The image of someone jumping in front of a bus to save another person immediately sprang to mind, but I suspected the meaning was more figurative than literal.

The scriptural context was 2 Corinthians 4:10-12, which says:

“We always carry the death of Jesus in our body, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who live are always given over to death because of Jesus, so that Jesus’ life may also be revealed in our mortal flesh. So death works in us, but life in you.”

Real-life Application

I understood the connection to the one-time event of salvation, but that night, I started thinking about how “death” in me could result in life for someone else.

That season of my life included significant amounts of change and stress. Though it all, I struggled with irritability. I often reacted rather than responded. I frequently failed to demonstrate the fruit of the Spirit in how I interacted with my daughters, who were then about 10 and 7 years old.

As I contemplated dying to self through the lens of my own struggles, Jesus’ words in John 10:10 came to mind: “The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.”

Do Our Words Speak Life?

I thought about my words, my tone and my attitude. I considered the power they have to impact other people, especially the people in my house.

Do my attitudes and my thoughts bring life to others? I asked myself. When I respond to my children, are my words bringing life to their hearts and minds, or are my words and tone speaking death to them?

I know the theological concept of dying to self is multi-faceted and many layered, but this was what convicted me during that conversation. When every fiber my being wants respond in irritation and frustration—because I’m stressed, tired, hormonal or whatever—it is possible for me to die to myself so someone else can experience life—full, whole, complete life.

It’s Possible for You Too

We can choose kind, gentle and loving words instead of going with our human desire to be irritable. We can put someone else’s need for our presence above our own need to be alone.

Don’t get me wrong—it’s not easy. It can be quite hard, in fact, especially if we’ve been running on irritable for a long time.

There are many times when I don’t do it, even now.

But we can do it. It is possible.

A Chance to Choose

The day after our small group talked about dying to self, my daughter Lilly—who was in fourth grade at the time—asked me if I would come to school and have lunch with her. I tried to do that regularly back then, gamely braving a noisy lunchroom full of highly spirited kids because she wanted me to be there.

That morning, though, I was even more tired than usual. I had already come for lunch once that week, and I didn’t really want to do it again so soon.

“No, not today, honey,” I told her as she got out of the car.

She was OK with that, but no sooner had I driven out of the parking lot than the words from the night before started running through my head: die to self, die to self, die to self.

What Happened

Oh, all RIGHT, I frumped. I get the message. I’ll go to school for lunch today!

When I got there later, I went to the fourth-grade wet area to find Lilly. One glance at her face told me something was terribly wrong.

A friend had been unkind, and her feelings were hurt. In a way that nobody but God could have orchestrated, she needed her mom right then, and there I was.

We retreated to the bathroom, where hugs and a few soft words soothed her feelings. She usually invited a friend join us for lunch, but this time, she and I sat at a table in the wet area—just the two of us—and ate our lunches. I pulled a deck of cards out of my purse, and by the time her classmates came back, she was fine.

It was a small thing, but it made a huge impression on me—one that lingers to this day.

• • •

That’s not all I learned about dying to self during that season of my life. Next week, I’ll share about an unexpected epiphany that touched the deepest parts of my faith. In the meantime, what does dying to self look like in your life, past or present? Please share in the comments.

♥ Lois

When every fiber our being wants respond in irritation and frustration, it IS possible for us to die to ourselves so others can experience full, whole, complete life. Share on X It's hard, but we CAN choose kind, gentle and loving words instead of going with our human desire to be irritable. We CAN put someone else’s need for our presence above our own need to be alone. Share on X

P.S. I’m linking up this week with #tellhisstory, InstaEncouragements, Let’s Have Coffee and Grace & Truth.

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