Ms. Meltingpot is in a State of Grace

Just an image that reflects how I feel. But the work is by an artist named Ernest E. Varner
Just an image that reflects how I feel. But the work is by an artist named Ernest E. Varner
Hello Meltingpot Readers,

Did you miss me? I missed you all. Really, I did. So much has been happening in my life, so many times I’ve wanted to write but literally couldn’t find the time for much more than a quick Facebook post or a tweet. That’s right, dear readers. I’ve basically only been able to dedicate 140 characters or less to writing these days. So, let me catch you up. But I warn you, I’m about to go a little spiritual and words like God with a capital “G” might come up. So, if religion and the like gives you hives, you might want to pass on this post. Otherwise, read on.

So, the week before Thanksgiving, my parked car was hit by a drunk driver who also hit seven other parked cars near Temple University. It was a total mess. My car had to be removed from the scene by a tow truck and the repairs still aren’t complete. Needless to say, the driver doesn’t carry enough insurance to cover the damage and all of the related expenses associated with the accident. But we still had a wonderful Thanksgiving.

Then the week before Christmas arrives and babygirl comes down with a stomach virus that lands her in the hospital. Soon after, everyone in my family comes down with the icky illness, falling like dominoes, one after the other. Everyone that is, except son number two. But still, we had a pleasant Christmas. The barfing stopped for that one holy day, only to resume the following day.

Luckily, everyone in our little kinky gazpacho family seemed healthy enough to travel down to North Carolina to visit with my parents for New Years. We got into a rental car (remember my car is still in the shop) and headed south. Well, the universe wasn’t done with us yet. On New Year’s Day, my poor mother was taken by ambulance to the hospital with what we thought was a nasty case of the flu, but turned out to be far worse. I almost lost my mother, dear readers, but luckily she is projected to make a full recovery. It seems almost silly to add that the day after my mother went into the hospital, son number two finally had his battle with the stomach virus. At that moment, my mother fighting for her life in the hospital and my son lying in bed trying not to puke his guts out, I had a moment of despair. I wanted to ask God, the Universe and anyone else who might have some answers, what I had done to deserve all of this, all at once. But, dear readers, I didn’t have time for any sort of real reflection or even time for a good cry. Life kept handing me buckets of puke and desperate calls from the hospital, plus two other kids to take care of, so when was there time to cry? I figured I’d have my breakdown later, like when I was back home.

But guess what? The breakdown never came. Instead, I made it back to Philly and I felt an unexpected sense of calm. After all that, I didn’t feel the anger or disappointment or depression I had expected. In fact, just yesterday I had such a moment of clarity about what has transpired in these last few weeks, it made me want to write it all down. Here’s what I realized. Yes, my car was totaled by a drunk driver, but I wasn’t in it and neither were my children. Yes, my whole family got sick at Christmas time, but we were all healthy enough on Christmas day to enjoy the magic of the holiday. And yes, my mother almost died, but she didn’t die. She is going to be okay. Dear readers, what I think I’ve just witnessed is grace. Yes, an incredible showing of God’s grace. I have seen the worst life can offer, but have been spared experiencing it fully. It’s like I’ve been taken to the edge of a cliff but a benevolent hand has kept me from falling.

I don’t know about you dear readers, but I think God/The Universe wants me to use this life to do great things. I don’t think I’m here by accident. I have seen how fast and easy it is for this life to be taken away, so I’m here testifying that I’m not going to waste my time here on earth. Every minute should count for something. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to sign up for bungee jumping lessons, nor am I going to write a new novel every year. I just mean that I’m going to make sure I love the people I love. Hard. I will write the books I want to write. Well. And I will give myself permission to experience the things in this world that tickle my fancy. Now. Not later. Because clearly, later isn’t guaranteed.

So, this is really already too long for a blog post. If you’re still reading, thank you. If you have a story of your own to share that you think will make me smile, please share. I have a little bit more about the way I’m embracing this state of grace, but I’ll wait for the next post to tell you about it. Welcome to 2014, Meltingpot readers. I’m glad you’re here with me.


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10 Thoughts to “Ms. Meltingpot is in a State of Grace”

  1. Mi

    Welcome back, Lori!

    It has been a while. I missed your posts. I am happy to hear all is well. Thanks for sharing the BIG message: Show your love to the people you love now because later is not guaranteed. Very True!

    Congratulations on the publication of your book!

    1. Ms. Meltingpot

      Thanks, Mi!!!

      And I am baaaack.

  2. Susan:)

    I’m glad everyone is okay!

    1. Ms. Meltingpot

      Thank you, Susan!

  3. jill

    Just found your blog. Oy! What a chunk of time you’ve had. I loved your spin on it and am so glad everyone is on the mend (fully mended?) I’m hoping to be in touch more. xox, Jill

    1. Ms. Meltingpot

      Thanks, Jill. I’m glad you found me!


  4. Wendy

    What parallel lives we lead! I nearly lost my mom in mind November. A somewhat fairly routine surgery left her in the hospital for a week after she nearly bleed to death. Scary. She is 65 and hasn’t retired yet. She isn’t expected to go back to work until Feb. A blessing that came from all of this is that as soon the semester was over. I flew to NC and stayed with my mom for a week. Just me. I got to spend a lot of quality time with my mom and grandma.
    On a less important note, I lost my car in Nov. I went to go to the university and the car wouldn’t start. It was going to cost more to fix than it was worth and even then it was not certain that the car would stay with us much longer. So, the car went to car heaven.

    1. Ms. Meltingpot

      We are clearly sisters from a different mother. Even the NC part. Thanks for sharing and I’m so glad you weathered the storm. Blessings to you and yours.

  5. SarahD

    As I sit, waiting 15 min for another deploy so I can go to bed so I can get up in the morning to visit my trainer and explore new levels of pain & joy, I realize just how incredibly lucky I am to have a job, and a body that can move, and 2 kids who are healthy and asleep in their beds, and a husband who fully supports every single one of my crazy adventures.

    There is grace in every day. The question for me is if I can recognize all the amazingness of it, rather than noticing all the picky little details that make it slightly less than perfect.

    1. Ms. Meltingpot

      Wait. Sarah, you’re in the military? Do tell. And wooh-ah!

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