TOPICAL POSTS by SERIES | Norma L. Brumbaugh

My story is a little different. The changes in me came as a result of a vow and a list.

Teacher pic from that year.

Both the vow and the list were promises I made to God from out of a wounded heart and after years of struggle. I decided that I would use anything God wanted to do in me or reveal to me for His glory, and to help others who suffer in silence.

I made the vow in February,a week after my mate chose to leave our marriage of twenty-one years. This vow was the first step that essentially opened the door for my transformation to begin.

My first journal entry:

Actual Journal Entry

Gracious Father, Work on my heart and mind. Help me to learn to listen. Help me to push past my fear and to have eyes to see. I want to see Jesus. May my reality adjust and readjust as my vision for you changes. May I see you alone. May the work you are doing in me be used outwardly to minister to others. I seek you and you alone.”

Two months later in April, 2002: The next big step occurred when I made a commitment to change, which impacted and revolutionized my life. It was what happened after I wrote the list, which would forever change my life. The key, why it worked and impacted my life was in its intention. I made a purposed choice and surrendered my stuff, all of it with no exceptions, to God. It was radical

The list was written by me on the day I was served divorce papers. It was my forty-sixth birthday. I submitted the list to God in a prayer, asking Him to do something I could not do on my own. I was on empty. I had done everything the best way I knew how–and it had never been enough.

The list was a declaration of what I wanted God to do in my life and with a plea for Him to change me. For all my trying I hadn’t been able to save my marriage, now I wanted God to save me from defeat and despair and from becoming a bitter old woman.

1. God first in everything. I want His power and strength in all I do. I want to change.
2. Healing in my emotions and deep inner spirit. I want to be free. I want joy.
3. Be myself. Let go of the chains and conflicts that bind me.
4. Become more self-decisive, less worried about what others think.
5. Develop more honest “transparent-real” friendships with godly people.
6. Seek deliverance from the bondage I’ve been under.
7. Pray for repentance which brings godliness, for wellness in all areas of my being.
8. Pray for God to change me. I will pray for awareness and humbling.

I sought God for all I was worth. He initiated change in me. Surprisingly (or not so surprising), every one of the items on the list became true in my life. I received a full, spiritual beauty make-over!

God can take a broken person and breathe life into them. His life becomes their life. His Spirit renews and heals their spirit. These days I can not imagine living without God. He has become my breath and being, my sustenance and joy. It is hard to explain how even the simplest of common things, like a dainty wildflower, can reduce me to tears of wonderment and joy.

When we give God access to our lives, what God gives to us is His love. We, in return, receive a beautiful heart. After the healing transformation has begun, our hearts becomes free to love in a new way. Because of its swelling abundance it must share its love. It becomes an outworking of the love God has given us which replicates through us in an a sundry of ways.

God makes something beautiful out of something ordinary. He is that way. We must trust Him for the journey. I must say, though, it rarely is easy, and we are desperate at times. Yet, He walks with us right in step … even when we can’t see him through the fog of circumstances.

It is a privilege to help a Christian sister or brother who is going through the fire, to encourage them, to tell them that they will make it and life will get better because you know it is true, you have lived it. The more real God becomes the better it gets, even through the difficulties and heartaches. He touches us where we need touching, in our deep inner places. He frees us through his love, forgiveness, and life.

Because of love, true love, God gives us the most gorgeous valentine of them all and its words say, “I LOVE YOU!” He does love you, and He is crazy about you. Believe it and embrace it.
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I’d love to hear from you. Have you had a defining moment when God did an amazing work in you?

Today marks what would have been my sister’s fifty-fifth birthday. We lost her twenty-two years ago in September. It is my month for grieving. I miss her. I can think back to when I first realized there might be trouble ahead. She was twelve and I was seventeen. We were in the back bedroom in the big old farmhouse where we lived. She opened up to me and confided how she was unhappy, very unhappy. I was shocked and couldn’t quite comprehend it. The concept was foreign to me. My parents must have sensed some of this because they switched her from public school to a private Christian school. Much later, she told me the kids teased her there and she didn’t fit in. One boy in particular was unkind to her.

Lois returned to public school and was well-liked at Chico high school. She once told me she could have been popular if there hadn’t been the strictness of home and church. It’s one of those windows into her life I can now understand with greater insight. She had a wish for life to be different in some ways than what it was. Lois turned into a beauty with a fun way about her. She dated. Worked hard. Developed into a lovely young lady with many gifts which she shared with others.

There was one area of struggle she wrestled with that was hard for the family and me to understand. It was in the area of faith and belief, she wasn’t sure she believed in God’s existence–even though at the time she was attending a Christian college. I don’t know why it was this way. It was scary to me and quite removed from the way I comprehended life. I assume there were many parts that made up the whole, causing the confusion. I remember feeling a sense of relief when in her senior year in college she affirmed to me that she no longer had any doubt about there being a real God. Her honesty with me was refreshing.

Lois and I never debated our personal beliefs. I never wanted to go there nor felt I would win. I listened, loved, prayed, and wished. I loved her so much and was proud of her many accomplishments. I wanted her to be happy. Her happiness, though, always seemed temporary, wistful, almost there, but not really. My husband was struggling at the same time as she, so I tried to be there for both of them as much as I could. In some ways, it seemed to be an almost impossible task, but I believed in better days ahead. I chose to be optimistic and trusting.

A few years later more doubts about God and religion would surface. Breakups with significant others would hurt her. Her world view was altering. We began to see her less frequently. Some in the family would reach out. I found myself worrying about her, sensing she was intentionally distancing herself from us. You may know what that is like, when you aren’t sure quite what’s going on but are afraid to over-do the approaching when you sense it isn’t welcome and they need to sort it out on their own. You don’t want to over-reach and push them farther away. So you grasp. You support. You compliment. You help. You pray.

Throughout the intervening years since then and now, I have often wished my sister could have known the goodness and love of God. Once a person grasps His great love, they have an anchor and it changes everything. God becomes real and life-giving rather than rigid and demanding. It’s no longer about doing and following rules; it is about being and joy. I wish she could have known God in this way as I have found Him in these later years. It is both freeing and fulfilling, and you no longer care what people think because you don’t need to. God is enough.

On the last two Septembers, I posted a blog article I wrote about Lois on the twentieth anniversary of her death. It is my way of acknowledging her contribution to making this world a better place. She loved people well. I want you to know she was a beautiful woman. I will link it here, In Memory of My Little Sis, Lois Faith Brumbaugh. Some of you know my family’s heartache and why her death hurt so deeply. It is because we lost Lois to suicide. I never have been able to make sense of it. But I do accept it; one has to or you can’t go on living. I attribute her life, and her death, to one of the reasons I have passion in my writing. I want to be a help to those who suffer. Life is painful. It is especially hard for people who struggle and feel alone in their suffering.

Lois as a baby, and with me holding her in the bottom two photos.

I know there are answers and solutions out there. With all my heart, I believe there is ALWAYS hope as much as I fully believe in God’s unconditional love. There are also those who are wise and helpful. Counselors, family members, or friends who help us get through the crisis and show us how to access the tools we need. I can attest to this because of my own hard times and those who helped me. . . and carried me through when I was too weak to function well on my own. These resources must be sought with diligence, but even then they can elude or be a chasing after wind if one has given up and lost their hope.

If this is you, if you need someone to listen, without judgment, please leave me a message in the contact box on this site, or send me a private email at www.nlbrumbaugh@gmail.com. I check my email inbox daily.

Lois’ life still speaks to me. Her thirty-three years had meaning and value. There’s lots I would do differently if I had another chance. I thought about her upon waking this morning, wondering what she would look like if she were still with us. Beautiful, I’m sure. Would she have married, had children? I believe one day we will meet again in the next life. Until then, “I love you, Lois. Happy Birthday.”

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One of our last pictures with Lois. She is to the right of my father. I am at the bottom left.

Because of my prior posts, I have received some positive remembrances about Lois and her life. To honor Lois’ memory on this her birthday, I will share a few of these with you. Some of them are in part, not whole. As you will see, she was special and admired by many.

I read about your sister Lois. What a nice person she was. -Pete C.

Lois was a beautiful lady. -Betsy A.

Thank you Norma for sharing your heart. I agree with Betsy, Lois was a wonderful lady. I always found joy in listening to her play the piano. All my love to you, your family and others who have lost loved ones this way. We need to know. -Cindy P.

I remember Lois, I hope others will be helped because of the pain you have had to live. -Robert D.

Dear Norma,
I found your posting about Lois very moving. Yes, she had a special something about her and I was glad that she and I were able to stay good friends after your path and mine parted ways. Just a few months before she passed away she called me and asked if she could come up to Seattle for a weekend–I think she had just broken up with someone and needed some time away from Portland. We had a lovely time, going out to Alki Beach and having long talks. Later that summer, in August, I went to England for a few weeks to do research, and the when my Dad picked me up at the airport the first thing he had to tell me was “We lost Lois Brumbaugh”–I was devastated, but looking back it warms my heart to remember how he said it: “WE lost Lois Brumbaugh.” Without spending much time with her, she had made a deep connection with everyone in my family. I doubt she ever knew that.
I’ve always wished I could understand Lois’s decision, but I never have. She was so alive, such a light in the world, at least it seemed that way to me. I suppose we can never know how much anguish a person may be carrying inside.
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family at this difficult anniversary of loss. All the Brumbaughs remain dear to me.
With much love, -David S.

Norma, the tears were flowing as I read your tribute to Lois. She was such a lovely person! I enjoyed visiting with her when she would come to visit Marilyn. Very well written is your tribute to her! Thank you! -Arlene T.

What a loving tribute to Lois. I remember both of you as teenagers at PVBC. You helped me with one of my Sunday School classes. Never got to know either of you well, but I always thought you were special. I knew she was too! Hugs to you Norma. You are a very strong, talented lady that makes other people stop and appreciate life, love and our wonderful God! Thank you for being YOU! -Rosette C.

Norma, thank you for posting this. I remember vividly where I was and what I was doing when I heard the news about Lois, and about the impact that her loss has had on my life and on my family. I always felt that I connected better with Lois than with any other member of your family, Norma. I remember her every day. May Lois’s memory be eternal! -Mark M.

I miss Lois very much. She was a fun cousin and had a warm and beautiful smile. I have many happy memories of time spent with her. I think of her often. Jana M.

Ahhhh, I have such fun memories when remembering Lois. Loved her wit, loved her smile. Loved reading your post, Norma. Truly we were not ready to say “see you later,” but one of these days we will all meet again, and what a day of rejoicing that will be. Hugs to the Brumbaugh family – truly a wonderful family. -Terri M.

Your family always gives me such warm, precious memories of a family I love dearly, I ‘m sorry for your loss 20 years ago of Lois. My Dad loved baby girls, I remember him saying she was the cutest little girl. He had a warm special spot in his heart for her. I’ll be ready to read the blog about her, sadly I never knew what happened or how she died. I’m sending warm tender prayers to you, Norma, love to your family, -Pat F.

Lois had a way to love and make everyone feel extra special inside, no matter what the age. I remember when she bought her home and wanted me to come over and see it. She was excited about having her own place. We talked about her decorations and some future things she wanted to do. We both liked jewelry (kinda chunky jewelry as well) and Lois brought this jewelry maker over to my house one evening. We all three had a blast and Lois and I bought several pieces from her. When I see those pieces I purchased long ago in my jewelry box, I think of Lois and that fun evening. We also had fun going to Sat. Market on weekends. I have some wonderful memories of Lois and I still think of her often. I look forward to seeing her again in Heaven someday. It was an honor to know her. -DeDee N.

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I leave you with a photo from when we celebrated my parents’ anniversary.