Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Miracles accomplished.

There was no humidity in the air that day, just the sweet scent of summer’s end and a cool breeze brushing the hair from my forehead. I was walking briskly; chin up, my eyes scanning the trees and the skyline. In my ears played the familiar tunes that I walked to hundreds of times before. Songs that I'd sent to my new husband while we were dating, and songs he had sent to me. Each one bringing back a memory and causing me to smile wide.

I took a deep breath and reveled in my happiness. How am I here?

It seems like just yesterday I was back in California, eyeball deep in textbooks and sneaking as many walks in as I could so I could talk to Doug. My entire life was in California. I was born there. I grew up there. I died there. I was reborn there.

And I marvel on how I found the courage to be here in Indiana today. I am a creature of habit. I like things my way, and once they are that way, I like them to stay that way…forever. Giving up everything seems like it should be so daunting, but it was never so. It never felt courageous to choose Doug. He was an easy decision to make.

This coming from a woman that has nervous breakdowns just deciding what to make for dinner. Making decisions is never easy for me as I marinate in the fear that I’ll make the wrong one, or let someone down.

I remember after Ryan passed, trying to decide what to do with my life. A daunting decision to say the least. I prayed harder and truer and with more faith than I ever had. What should I do? Should I go back to school? Should I go to a temp agency and try to find a career right out of the gate? Should I continue working at the dentist office? What? I prayed and pondered and listened for my answer.

And I got my answer:

It didn’t matter.

And I was angry at that answer. Surly one decision is better than another! Surely one decision would be better for my family and lead to greater security and happiness!

But the same answer came again and again.

It didn’t matter.


So one day I decided to bring it up with God in the car. I told him how I felt. Tears streaming down my face, I asked him to at least turn me in the right direction. Turn me in that direction and I will run. I have faith in you! Begging for help the words rang in my ears, “This is what free agency is all about. Whatever you do will be ok, every path leads to a successful end.”

So I decided if it didn’t matter, I would go in the direction I’m interested in. So I signed up for school. 

And in between signing up for school and beginning school…I met Doug.

And now, despite my finishing my program with a 4.0 grade point average, I’m here in Indiana living the roll as a stay at home mom.

Is that why it didn’t matter?

I mean, I’ll be going to work eventually. But I really don’t have to work. And maybe the story hasn’t completely unfolded and I’m being totally premature putting it all out there…but…there is something happening here.

Over the past few years I’ve always had this deep abiding feeling that everything was going to be ok. Like there was this future rolled out for me, waiting, and God already knew what it was. I had dreams of angels telling me I was going to be happier than I ever imagined I could be. I had moments of clarity that told me of my future whose details I confided in friends to leave as proof when the miracle occurred.

And sure enough, those miracles did occur. And many many more.

Was it my hope and positivity that brought those miracles to pass, or was it a loving Heavenly Father who knew/knows my needs?

I know the answer. I’ll let you glean from it what you will. But something I will tell you is that my walking in the Indiana sunlight and feeling at home isn’t a miracle accomplished on my own power, although I give myself some credit for tenacity…

No…being transported into a new world so seamlessly can only be an act of God.

Or an act of love.

Though I suspect they are one in the same.

So many miracles, but the biggest one is looking back and seeing the grief and the intense pain, and seeing that I still moved forward.  I can’t see how I did that on my own. There is no way that I made it from September 2, 2012 to today without being lifted by the armpits and carried here.

And now that I’m here, I can feel that I’m no longer carried, cradled in the arms of those that helped me, but rather I’m left to learn how to walk again. “We got you here, now fly.”

It’s time to jump into the next chapter of my life and make new decisions. Again I’m in the position where the directions I go will be of my own choosing…only this time I have Doug walking next to me.

And thankfully, decisions are so much easier to make when you’re holding the hand of someone you love.


  1. Meri, how is it that you suddenly got older than me? You are wiser beyond your years, my friend...and while wisdom comes with experience, I am so grateful to you for sharing yours through all of your fiery trials. You need to take this blog, and all the Meri thoughts and inspiration you posses, and wrap it up in a book. Bestseller tomorrow, I promise.

  2. So glad to have been able to watch you walk through it. I cried with you, and I rejoice at your happiness. You are so much stronger than you realize, and I agree, sometimes either choice is fine with God.
    Prayers from then until now, God be with you. ❤️ Holly

  3. You are such an amazing woman - mom - and now a wife, again. I'm so happy that you're happy.

  4. This... so amazing! What incredible writing, picture-painting with words, and so heart-touching. And it's so incredibly inspiring and brings smiles to my face. So very happy you've found yourself on this path, and hey -- Indiana!!! :)

  5. Nice. I'm so glad you were pointed in the right direction, and continued to find your happiness.

    The message I'm getting is: Now... pay it forward.

  6. After you've poured your heart out (repeatedly) on this blog, my response will probably seem inadequate. But here goes:

    I'm so happy that you're happy.

  7. Im so happy for your happiness Meri! I love you, always!!


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