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Tuesdays at 6:00 PM, Foundry Church - 3010 Lakeland Cove, Flowood. Call Matt Flint at (601) 260-8518 or email him at matthewflint.makes@gmail.com or Lance Bowser at (601) 862-8308 or email at lancebowser@msi-inv.com.
Wednesday at 6:00 PM, First Baptist Church Jackson - Summit Counseling Suite - 431 North State St. Jackson. Call Don Waller at 601-946-1290 or email him at don@wallerbros.com.
Monday at 6:30 PM , Vertical Church - 521 Gluckstadt Road Madison, MS 39110. Mr. Roane Hunter, facilitator, LifeWorks Counseling.
Sunday night at 6:00 PM, Grace Crossing Baptist Church - 598 Yandell Rd. Canton. Call Ryan Adams at 662-571-5705 or email him at ryan.adams1747@gmail.com.
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There is joy in my heart. It’s quiet. A mask I wear to hide it all. Afraid to realize the real me. The rejection I would feel. The fall.
A mending of my brain, I desire a new heart. I long forI mentioned (within a previous post) our recent sleep divorce. This was something facilitated by our middle daughter (also) leaving for college this fall. In anticipation of this, over the course of this past summer, the "big girls" room was transformed - via new twin beds / mattresses - from child's room to extra bedroom.
Throughout, my wife was (somewhat privately) repositioning all of this on her own behalf. Particularly when it came to the mattress purchases (they were quite luxuriously expensive).
My wife's "stroke arm" (her left arm) is often (most comfortable) extended perpendicular to her body whilst she snoozes. Hence, our queen bed doesn't necessitate this well, particularly with her 200lb husband (me) adjacent.
Hence, about a month ago (in tandem with daughter #2 leaving for college), the sleep divorce was finalized. It took me absolutely no time to adjust accordingly, though there were a few nights of eeriness as I began to imagine that Angie had stroked out for a second time and had died.
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Earlier this week, Angie announced that the sleep divorce was over. She was ready to sleep re-marry.
Why?
At first, she was sharing the room with our youngest daughter (8th grader) who was sleeping within the adjacent twin bed. But that didn't last (her snoring quickly shut this Jill & Jill setup down).
It was the aloneness that got to her. Being there within that tiny bedroom by herself.
I'm wondering, though I haven't mentioned it, if it harkened back to her weeklong May 2020 hospital stay post-stroke. Being ushered in and out of ICU a handful of times throughout that week, and being there alone (I was only allowed to visit for one hour midday, each day, due to pandemic restrictions), made a distinct impression.
So now she's back in bed with her husband. And, according to her, she's sleeping soundly.
It feels nice to provide that security to her via exceedingly close proximity.
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My oldest friend's (college) somewhat recently widowed mom began sleeping with a call-in radio broadcast playing from the adjacent pillow. She did this to honor her deceased husband's presence enough to replicate that deeply longed for feeling of husband security (her husband died in his early 90s).
Now she's found herself alone in the single-family home that they'd owned together for decades.
Women crave security. Men crave respect.
Angie feels secure. Rob feels respected. Win-win.
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Angie and I are in uncharted territory as husband / wife. Having been married 27 years, we've never experienced being (almost completely) empty nesters (2 of our 3 kidlets are out of the house). It is an especially weird place to be residing within. Our 1,550 square foot abode is so much less lively / loud. There's so much less laundry to tend to. Substantially less food to prepare. We've even noticed how much cooler the house seems to be (even considering this brutally hot August).
She and I have discussed this weirdness when it's seemed appropriate, but overall, it's actually been difficult to describe where we're at. More often than not, we just sort of stare at each other and shrug in an attempt to articulate this familial paradigm shift.
Initially, I was so pleased to experience the absence of not just one (beginning two years prior) but two kidlets. Now though, I'm enthralled at how bizarre it truly feels for both of our oldest children to be gone (college) and subsequently thriving on their own.
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Angie and I have always made praying together a priority. Though it's never been calendared, we've consistently inserted it into our schedules ad hoc. When we were early on in our marriage, we'd pray before going to sleep. Usually, we'd hold hands whilst lying there, and one of us would intercede, speaking softly into the darkness.
Now that we're sleep divorced (a practical, immensely satisfying development birthed from this almost empty-nester setup), our prayer time(s) happen in the living room.
But my point is they're still happening. Regularly.
Highly recommended. Do this with your wife / girlfriend. It's intimate and profoundly satisfying.
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A second commitment she and I have - to each other - is working out together. Now, we don't shadow each other there in the Y, but we're loving the fact that we're together (strength training separately) within the same space during that time.
This isn't something we've participated in together as a couple - consistently - for much longer than three years. Angie's post-stroke rehabilitation deeply motivated her as to the importance of strength training. That debilitating neurological event occurred in May of 2020. As such, she hasn't looked back relative to our twice weekly sessions.
Again, highly recommended. It's been tremendously helpful to our us. And especially during this bizarre time within our marriage.
"For it is true, we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don't know what part of ourselves to give or, more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. And so, it's those we live with and should know who elude us. But we can still love them - we can love them completely without completely understanding."