If I heard my Grandma Jewell say that once, I heard her say it a thousand times. Her voice thick with sarcasm and disgust. Us kids always chuckled because frankly it was the ONLY time we saw her angry! Truly, spendings days and nights throughout the year with her, I feel like I knew her well for that time period of her life. She just didn’t ever seem angry. No outbursts unless there was a finger wagging in place, then she could speak with the tongues of men and angels. Still, not anger.
So when she would say this she would reluctantly tell the story of how her younger sister often told her that she was “known for having a big mouth”.
I’m going to pause the story here just long enough to to explain what this phrase means in case it is, as I fear, only something our family says. To be called a “big mouth” was to say, “you talk too much, you talk out of turn, you gossip, you are loud, you are unladylike”. Ok, back to regular programing. >
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Then she would sometimes trail off under her breath about how “SHE was the oldest and who did she think she was to be bossing her around and at their age too…she always did think alot of herself. and greedy?! Why you never met a greedier child as Francy.” I was always shocked and a little frightened of these things she was saying, yet intensely curious about the stories that lay behind her words.
You’ve just read an excerpt from my first novel, Layne Herschel: These are the days of her lives, available May 10, my Dad’s birthday. The book is dedicated to him and so the timing was just perfect. My writing for the past year has intensified to the point of exhausting me, but I believe I’ve been shown a system that is making sense of it all so that it can be shared! On my own, neither this book or any other would have ever seen the light of day. Learning to catalog my thoughts has opened up the world to me again and I feel the weight of life lifting from my shoulders. Though I haven’t let anyone read any of it yet, it’s only because I’ve been working so hard behind the scenes to figure out how to complete all of these projects without losing my mind or my family in the process. Yes, I am being dramatic. But truly it’s been alot to hold.
In a way this blog also, silent for nearly a year now, has been waiting as I figured out a few things about myself. My intention was to use it as a tool to do that very thing, yet… as usual, His ways are higher than my ways. I’ve been stuck in a silent ditch of sludge for the past year. So many things have happened in and to our family it was hard to keep my thoughts clear let alone ask for help or reach out. There simply wasn’t mental space or clarity for me to do that at the time. So I retreated more, spoke less, prayed more, and took an honest inventory of my life and what there is left of it.
9 years have passed since I knew, in one pit-of-the-stomach-feeling moment, that this was the church very near to what the early Christians grew into. After they became more than could fit in one home, then one courtyard, their numbers continued to multiply and grow as did their customs and traditions. Feeding the twelve at the Last Supper was very different, from the human perspective, than feeding the 5000 with the five loaves and three fishes.
All of the inconsistencies I couldn’t help but see in the religion of my childhood were corrected. All of the questions I had while surrounded by fundamentalists: answered in a single body of text. Historical ambiguity was gone while the hard lines of right and wrong stayed strictly on the straight and narrow. For example, we cannot say with certainty the age of our universe, but adultery is a mortal sin every single time, no matter the circumstances. I never found that kind of clarity in the protestant religions. And to me, that was always the elephant in the room.
Nine years ago I played Just As I Am on the piano this communion Sunday except this time… This time I passed the communion plate on by without partaking because I knew I could never do so again. I wasn’t sure what that meant exactly or even why it was my first of several “hills to die on”. I certainly didn’t know what havoc it would wreak in my life, that one little act of defiance – defiance against consuming something that had never tasted like honey to me, and that’s what I was after.
How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth!
Psalms 119:103
I didn’t know where that act of obedience to God and defiance of man would lead me. I still don’t. But today, I am buoyed up by confidence in knowing our Holy Mother is always interceding for me. She takes what scraps I have and turns them into jewels to lay at the Savior’s feet for me. I believe I’ve been asked to share these lessons with whomever else they are intended for or I would happily take them to my grave unread.
God willing, I will be publishing each Thursday at 12:00pm CST. If you just signup for updates you’ll receive them via email (that’s the way it’s supposed to work <smile>).
It feels like I’m coming to a place of completion. I don’t know exactly what that means, but that’s the only word that describes this part of my journey, and I so very much want to share it all with you. Thank you for journeying through this life with me, even if it’s just for this one blog post. I thank my God upon every remembrance of thee. -Philippians 1:3.