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On Jumping Tandem, Grace, and Glue

May 6, 2015 By Sandra Heska King

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They said the drive to Nebraska and Jumping Tandem: The Retreat would be long and boring. They were wrong.

A week ago I’d messaged my prayer warriors, “I’m having a little trouble holding it together right now. Could use a little glue prayer.”

And they were on it like bees on crabapple blossoms. One sister even messaged back, “Oh God, you are Lord over rubber cement, J&B Weld, Modge Podge, various spray adhesives, and every horse that ever gave its life so that our kids could attach different types of pasta to construction paper and say it was the Mona Lisa. Abba, we beg you to use whatever type of glue You think would work best to keep Sandra in one piece. If there are any breaks or leaks that You want us sisters to treat with our tissue paper and liquid starch papier mache skills, please make that clear to us. We stand at the ready to love all of Sandra’s pieces back together again.”

She made me laugh. I couldn’t do life without my Frio Sisters.

Or my Facebook friends. Where else can you lasso up a whole herd in a heartbeat, friends you’ve never met skin-to-skin but who will stampede the throne with only a story sliver? I confessed I’d been slashed by another’s words (warranted–or not) and as hurtful as that was, I was more hurt by my response–that I’d returned fire.

Now angry texts were coming through again, slicing sharp as Cutco knives.

Though it was cloudy, I slipped on sunglasses and turned my head so D wouldn’t see the rivers leaking down my cheeks. I messaged my sisters again. Then, knowing they were praying, I focused on the passing scenery–mesmerized by fresh-plowed fields, green paths, rivers, hills, and farmsteads. My spirit felt lighter with each mile.

 

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It was the longest car trip we’d taken alone in years. Just what we needed.

And when we arrived at the Carol Joy Holling Retreat Center, grace surrounded me. Words of affirmation greeted me everywhere–even scribbled on bathroom mirrors. I heard messages of grace through sisters who are still living messy stories, who are still in progress. And how can we judge–because aren’t we all still in progress? And shouldn’t we share even these stories? Because we’re all on the journey together, and we can all hold each other together.

John encouraged me to learn to bear the burden of my nouns gracefully, and he read poetry in his quiet voice and made me want to write more.

 

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I was reminded of how much easier it is to extend grace to others than ourselves (yeah, I get that one), and Michelle reassured me that grace is the infinite do-over.

I joined a meditative night walk, with only the light of the moon to guide us in the dark. I worshipped and stretched with Holy Yoga early Saturday morning. I received wise counsel for some decisions I need to make, was encouraged in a new writing project, laughed (In the darkest period of your life, find the funny, said Amanda), and cried. Oh, and this Laura gave me a penny whistle and a lesson.

The other Laura led us in worship and communion Sunday. She told the stories of the Samaritan woman and the adulterous woman and the sinful woman and implored us to remember that we need to see beyond labels to hearts, to be places of refuge for others, that often when we give grace, we get wounded. Oh, and that grace precedes transformation.

We’re home now. Nothing here has changed. Except the crabapples are in full bloom.

And I’ve got this song on repeat.

In the stillness,

Sandy

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  1. Carol J. Garvin says

    May 6, 2015 at 1:14 pm

    Beautiful song. And as Ann Voskamp always says, “It’s all Grace!”

    • Sandra Heska King says

      May 6, 2015 at 1:23 pm

      She’s got that right!

  2. Deidra says

    May 6, 2015 at 3:39 pm

    So glad you were here. I keep thinking of rocking the afternoon away on the front porch, with you right there to my left. Good times. Grace, indeed.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      May 6, 2015 at 3:43 pm

      I was torn at that moment… to remain there rocking and talking or walking with the other D. Grace. All of it.

  3. Kristin says

    May 6, 2015 at 3:56 pm

    Amazing Grace. Can’t say much more. Except how sweet it was to be with you. Love you and I’m glad your cup was filled. xo

    • Sandra Heska King says

      May 6, 2015 at 6:41 pm

      Oh, how He loves us… how I love you.

  4. Elizabeth says

    May 7, 2015 at 2:04 am

    That song on repeat…me too!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      May 7, 2015 at 10:00 am

      😀

  5. Michele Morin says

    May 7, 2015 at 11:30 am

    Sounds as if you just experienced a little slice of heaven. I love the emailed prayer your friend of the heart sent as glue. She’s got me thinking that I need to be more intentional about letting my friends know HOW I’m praying for them — not just THAT I’m praying for them.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      May 7, 2015 at 11:21 pm

      I think I need to do that more, too, Michele. 🙂

  6. Lynn D. Morrissey says

    May 7, 2015 at 3:04 pm

    Sandra, I felt the same way when I went 2 years ago….not slashed by words, but a surgeon’s knife. I didn’t really have the physical stamina to go, but my sisters, my carmates were so tender and caring, that they took care of it all. I just had to get in the car, sit, and ride. And when I got to the center, I was met with more love and grace than I knew what to do with. I”m so sorry for your emotional ordeal (often harder than physical ones), and just so glad that you were met with grace and love too. And this line: ” We’re home now. Nothing here has changed.” Actually, from your vantage point having attended the JT Retreat, if I might gently disagree, I thnk that *everything* has changed!
    Love you,
    Lynn

    • Sandra Heska King says

      May 7, 2015 at 11:18 pm

      I don’t remember you being post surgery then. But then we never had time to talk. 🙁

      Thank you for your last line. I hope *I’ve* changed.

      Love you more.

  7. Martha Orlando says

    May 8, 2015 at 8:04 am

    Oh, His infinite grace! I’m so glad it filled you at this retreat, Sandra. May that grace continue to find you and hold you close.
    Blessings!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      May 8, 2015 at 9:47 am

      Hugs to you, Martha.

  8. Donna @ Soul Survival says

    May 8, 2015 at 10:16 am

    Sandra,

    You had me from the title! I couldn’t NOT read it. Thanks for sharing truths we need to hear over and over and over. What a precious truth, “grace is the infinite do-over.”

    And who couldn’t smile through the tears at your friend’s text message back to you.

    Week-end blessings,
    Donna

    • Sandra Heska King says

      May 8, 2015 at 10:27 am

      Proof that titles count? 😉 Thanks so much for popping in, Donna. Much grace to you.

  9. Constance Morrison says

    May 8, 2015 at 6:22 pm

    I’ve been thinking about brokenness this week, and then I saw your photo . . .
    Thanks.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      May 8, 2015 at 9:20 pm

      Oh, Constance. I’m glad it spoke to you. xo

  10. Diana Trautwein says

    May 9, 2015 at 12:17 pm

    Beautiful, Sandy. And I’m so very sorry for the word-wound ahead of time. The worst injuries often come from the tongues of others — and from our own. So glad it was a blessed time for you. . . and for you and Dennis, too. Love you.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      May 9, 2015 at 12:45 pm

      I’m leaning into the fact that we all have “irregular people” in our lives whom God can use to to refine us. It hurts… but don’t all we women know what it’s like to make ourselves beautiful? (I’m guessing the guys know a little about nicking themselves while shaving, too. 😉 )I guess God’s instruments sometimes cut a little sharper. Love you more, Diana.

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