The Trouble With Job

Though he slay me, yet will I hope in him; I will surely defend my ways to his face. (NIV Job 13:15)

I remember being in a camp service as a teenage girl singing one of those emotionally charged worship songs the contemporary church is known for. "Though he slay me, I will worship him..." the lyrics to the song were taken from the well known bible verse in book of Job. Job is one of the most perplexing stories in the biblical cannon. A "blameless and upright man" (from Job 1:1), a man who God uses to prove a point, sending destruction on his household, or rather "allowing it". Still, Job worshiped God. In the end, Job's life and family are restored when God bring his children back from the dead. Oh, wait, he didn't. He gave Job new children and the new daughters were really beautiful too. Beautiful enough that they were considered worthy to be on equal terms with their brothers (Job 42:15). That's a great story. One that I would like my daughter to read.

Looking back on that day, in that auditorium, singing that song in unison with the other devout youth, I bought it. I bought the idea that the God "slayed" the worthy. God would always redeem his chosen ones....eventually. I believed that facing "trials and tribulations" made me special and that my reward would be in heaven. Why is the reward in heaven now instead of on Earth as it was in Job's day? Because too many people have noticed a pattern, as I have. The pattern is that God does not reach his big daddy hand from the heavens and care for his people. People get sick and die. Tragedy and suffering happen, but many things we can control. Changing my life and my fortunes is largely up to me. The grand lesson in the book of Job is one of submitting your mind to the largeness of God and the incapability of the human mind to understand his ways. The church taught me that to serve the greatness of God would make me great in the end. Ultimately, am I really here to serve God's ego? I guess I'll never know, I was created to not understand, right?

Facebook, a few thoughts

I've been doing some facebook housecleaning lately, commonly called "unfriending". Facebook calls it “removing the connection”. That sounds much nicer. We all facebook for different reasons. Some of us get a big kick out of a huge friend count. Some of us “really do have that many friends!!!”. It's all good. I don't. I don't have THAT many friends. I have friends that I used to know but am not close to anymore. I have friends that I'm close to now specifically because we connected, or reconnected on facebook. I have acquaintances, people who never really were friends, old and new. There's friends from high school who I don't think I exchanged more than 2 words with over four years. It's all good. The thing that I've been thinking about lately is another group of facebook friends. The people who have no interest in conversing with you at all. If I make an effort to comment on the photo of your cat and you have no interest in my cat (bad example, I never look at cat pictures, but you get the idea), why did you add me to your friends list? If we've been fb friends for a year and we have never once conversed, what's the point? I understand the curiosity about other people's lives, especially if we haven't seen each other in awhile. Btw...Kennedy class of '95, we all look great. Just sayin'. ;-) I also know I've been just as guilty. There are many many people on my list that I've never conversed with. We only have time for so many relationships. Personally, I've modified my facebook to suit me. I'd like to hear your thoughts, if you have any.

Learning How to Live

It's been forever since I updated my blog...I know. And thanks for the nudge, Aunt Barb. :-) To be honest I have so much to say right now and no interest in saying it. Maybe the times not right. Maybe I just need to get started. It's been a time of adjustment for me, big time. Wrapped up in a flurry of changes, good and bad. My sister sent me one of those little facebook messages the other day. It said something like "never stop learning how to live". I like that. I've been working a lot at the middle school this fall. It's fun to watch the kids there. Some of them seem to have it all together with their 4.0 GPA and their neatly trimmed hair. Some of them remind me more of myself at that age, awkward and clueless. Sometimes I'm walking down the hall and I flashback to my middle school days and see the face of someone I knew back then, just as they were. It makes me smile. I enjoy watching the 6th graders at lunch happily conversing with each other, and then two lunch periods later the 8th graders, who have purposefully arranged themselves in cliques according to their perceived self worth or something like that. Strangely, that makes me smile too. The kids are doing the same thing that I'm doing right now. Learning how to live. Learning how to show up to school with mismatched socks and decide if that was intentional or not and if they even care. (For the record, if I have on mismatched socks it's because I didn't do the laundry AND I don't care). I'm not going to end this post with a profound statement, because I don't have one. I'm just going to say thanks for reading, and enjoy your day! I am enjoying mine.

Autism Cults

I heard the term "autism cult" the other day on Twitter. I had to laugh at that. Having spent significant time in Christian circles I know that "cult" is a word that is thrown around a lot between denominations and sects. I've heard churches use the "cult" word in the way a teenage girl might call another teenage girl a "whore". One is upright and pure, the other devious and false. I also hear it in martial arts. Be on the alert for "cultish" behavior. What is a cult? Is DAN! and the Autism Research Institute a cult? Generation Rescue sending out their "rescue angels" to prey on desperate parents and teach them to hate their pediatrician and their neurologist? Hot damn, give parents some credit! We are not brainwashed drones, we just want to help our kids. I am not going to give my whole story here, because I don't have 2 weeks to write it, but I have experienced the good and the bad of autism intervention. There ARE recovered children, you cannot deny that. My youngest would be an example of that. I spent more money than I care to count on interventions that did nothing for my other two. I do not regret it, nor have I given up on them. The doctors that cared for my children were not preying on me. They were the only ones offering help. If I have even a chance of recovery, I'm going to take it. Most insurances don't cover alternative medicine. I fail to see how this is the fault of the provider, all who have been reasonable and compassionate in regards to how they charged us. Unfortunately for us the bill was x3 and we couldn't continue down that path forever.

DAN!, Generation Rescue, and the like have been the targets of much ridicule lately. "Parents should not be given false hope", "Parents are being taken advantage of", "Parents should stay with interventions that have been proven and studied". So I'm supposed to sit around for some "expert" from the CDC to give me the green light to help my child? Traditional therapies are fine, but barely a band aid. When my kids were smaller the much heralded ABA therapy required an in-home therapist (none existed in my area) to the tune of 40 hrs a week and 40,000 a year. I have no idea what it is now. It has been my experience that most of the "autism cult" ridicule has been from parents of higher functioning children. It also comes from the concerned aunt/uncle/grandparent of autistic children. Thank you for your concern. Thank you for talking about the issue. Autism needs to be discussed, it is a huge problem that is not going anywhere and affects everyone. Alternative therapies gave me reason to hope, you can call it false hope if you like, but for me there was nothing false about being able to get up in the morning and crawl out of the pit of despair. My two didn't recover (yet) and may never, but I have nothing but admiration for the scientists, researchers, and crazy parents who have not stopped looking for answers. And to you, parent of asperger's child or PDD child, you really have NO IDEA what my life is like until you care for a low functioning child everyday.

Healing

I'll admit it. I can be a little bitter sometimes. I can even be a little angry, or envious. I can be a little depressed or sad. Hell, I can be a LOT sad. That comes with the territory when your dream dies. When your children suffer daily from a terrible disorder, and you feel helpless to ease their pain. I'll admit it is sometimes very, very hard.

Then they smile and I smile. And then they laugh and I laugh. Then I remember, again, that I have a responsibility to them to be their mom and set an example of love and healing. I remember that I become what I focus on. I remember that I am the primary avenue through which my kids experience love, healing, and acceptance. I could write a million words on my emotional response to autism....but I wont. Today, I have no time for that. There's far too much healing to do, for all of us.

It's Not a Girl Thing

The issues that arise when females and males train together in aikido have been discussed thoroughly in Internet discussion forums and articles. There's even a book . A book, I will sheepishly admit that I have never read but have heard is well worth the read. This is not a subject that I've spent a great deal of time stressing about...BUT it is a subject I would like to briefly tackle in a "It's my blog and I'll post what I want to" kind of way.

I've been a regular attender at my dojo for over two years. The vast majority of those classes I have been the only female in attendance. I have very much enjoyed the few times I've had the opportunity to train with other women. As a small person, I have gotten used to training with people who are bigger than me. In all honesty, I like training with small people cause it makes my technique look better! Hey, I'm just being honest... 250 lb dudes tend to frustrate me! I also am keenly aware that I can frustrate bigger people too. One of my biggest insecurities is feeling like I'm not wanted. I want to feel like I contribute something to the dojo by being there, that I'm not wasting your time cause you have to "train with a girl". Fortunately for me, I have yet to train with a man (or woman) who has left me with a bad experience. This speaks well of the types of people that choose to practice aikido. Whether aikido itself cultivates these types of attitudes is up for debate.

If I could impart anything to male aikidoists everywhere it would be these thoughts: Stop making a big deal about the fact that I'm a woman. I'm here to train, just like you. I have techniques that I love and techniques that make me want to hit something. If you accidentally touch my butt during a kokyu nage you do not need to apologize, that stuff is going to happen. I'm also not a baby/porcelain doll/endangered species. You can grab my wrist, you can even punch me, yes you can really do it...atta boy! I also would like you to know that just as men are very different, so are women. Every woman who walks into the dojo is going to have a different aptitude and attitude. I think, ultimately we all do want the same thing: to be treated with respect. We are all different, yet the same.

Leah Gettin' Serious.

I had one of those moments the other day, during a conversation with a friend. Oprah calls them "ah ha" moments, but I'm not Oprah so I'm not sure if I can say that. (Harpo is always watching us!). I'll just call it a moment when I found a personal truth. "Seek and you will find". The Christians say it a lot. I'm sure the other religions have their version too. I used to believe that to be truth, then I stopped believing it. I stopped because I couldn't reconcile it with my own experiences. I had sought and I didn't find. I was seeking "god", I thought, or "truth" or "peace" or "wisdom"....an answer.

During that conversation, I realized that I am finding it. A little at a time. The problem was that what I found I didn't recognise as an answer to my seeking. What I found did not fit into the paradigm that I was living in. As I'm growing and evolving....I'm finding, and it's not at all what I thought it would look like!

Somebody call the Wonderpets! If you don't get that reference you don't spend enough time watching preschool television!

My Aikido Story

http://dailyaikido.com/2009/06/03/aikido-in-my-daily-life-leahs-story/

Here's to you....

This Friday will be my last day at a job I'm hated for two years. I work for one of those little companies that provide in-home health care to elderly and disabled people. It really wasn't the work that I hated. I really do like caring for people, but ultimately I wasn't doing what I wanted to do with my life. The job provided me with a paycheck while being able to be home when my kids got home from school. I found myself reminiscing while at work today about the colorful people I've met and all the entertainment they provided me the last two years. Here's to you....

To the woman who asked me to cut out expired coupons for a half hour so she could collect the fraction of a penny they are supposedly worth.

To the man who INSISTED I come on the weekend so that I could listen to him baby talk his 2 beta fish "Abraham" and "Moses" and change his socks. (yes, change his socks!)

To the woman who found fault with everything I did, scolded me, and was just nasty, only to later declare that I was "like a granddaughter" to her. (Gee thanks.)

To the hilarious 90 year old woman who measured everything she ate in tablespoons. She is planning on donating her body to science and wants it to "be in good shape when they get it!" (Loved her)

To the man who had a framed naked picture of himself in his living room! (EWWW!)

To the woman who handed me a hammer and asked me to "break down" her entertainment center and drag it to the dumpster (not in my job description, but I did it anyway).

To the woman who handed me $10 in change and asked me to go buy two cases of Diet Dr. Pepper.

To the woman with the F'n HUGE Elvis collection (wow).

To the man who never let me leave without a half bag of chips, really old candy, over ripe bananas, or (one time!) a flower for my hair.

To the man who recycles his used tissues.

I could really go on and on, but I think I'll stop. In retrospect, it was really a great job. I'll never forget you.

Welcome to my blog!

This is my invasion into the blogosphere and I'm happy to be here. Feel free to leave ridiculous comments on any of my postings. I would do the same to you. I have a lot to say so you'll just have to wait and see what I feel like writing about. I'm not really sure yet. I will warn you that I have a lot of passions and interests and I am not afraid to speak my mind, but I tend not to take much too seriously. Thanks for reading.