It’s the second to last week of school and my children are so done with all of it. Morning has become a series of negotiations about getting on the bus. I should work in arbitration.

Summer’s imminence actually excites me, now that Jack has his summer day program, which we call “camp.” Mornings will be slightly less harried, with people potentially sleeping until 8:00 AM. It’s the definition of heaven.

Something about leafy green Cottonwoods outside my windows gets me pondering. May is lovely, fresh and full. When I was eighteen, I heard Gordon B. Hinckley speak at a devotional for young adults. It was May. He told us, “You are in the May of your lives. I am in the December of my life.”

That was twenty years ago. President Hinckley has been gone a long time. I suppose I am currently in my metaphorical July. Four kids live here now. I am filled up with growing, planting, nourishing, watering, caring. And long days.

July is when things flourish: plants, heat, insects, thunderstorms, daylight. It’s a hothouse month that produces.

It’s literally May but symbolically July.

  3 comments for “May

  1. Brett
    May 26, 2016 at 1:21 pm

    Megan, great story about your family’s adventures. Chrysalis may be a place for Jack. This company provides group home living for individuals with intellectual and developmental disabilities, as young as 12 years. Great organization, great staff. Keep up your heroic efforts. Life was never meant to be easy, and those of us with challenges seem to find many hidden treasures along the way. Consider your life a treasure hunt. You’ve already found so many. Keep it up!

  2. Laurie Everett
    May 26, 2016 at 5:26 pm

    Megan, my friend sent your story to me (your most recent post about your son’s melt-down at the fast food place and at the intersection) via Facebook saying, “This made think of you….I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.” She did that because we’ve adopted twelve children–many with special needs. I just want to say, may the Lord continually bless you! Can I come and wash your dishes? Hopefully you’re getting the kind of support you deserve and need! Writing has been extremely therapeutic for me. I thought you might enjoy reading some of my poetry. Just maybe you’ll be able to relate. Also, I wanted you to know about two things that have had a profound affect upon our special needs children–craniosacral therapy and Kyani. I will never be able to thank the Lord enough for bringing both into our lives. These are two of the blessings through which Heavenly Father has minimized every one of our challenges. I invite you to visit my website where I’ve share the stories of some of our children. It’s Go into “strategies,” scroll down to “pages,” then to “stories of healing and over-coming in our family.” Please feel free to call me for any reason. Laurie 801-372-4476. OK, here’s a few poems for you to enjoy:


    If you’ve ever walked a journey like mine,
    you know what I’ve been through.
    You see the weariness in my eyes;
    you see it for you’ve been there, too.
    You know that amazing is not who I am,
    but the name of this difficult street.
    What I am is survivor from life in the trench–
    all the bitter, along with the sweet.
    All along this bitter-sweet highway
    are the altars I built with prayer;
    hallowed places where my God and I
    became acquainted there.

    Take What Comes

    If you want miracles
    in your life,
    you need to take
    what comes with it–
    all the challenges.

    Lift Up Your Head

    Lift up your heads
    and be glad,
    for just as stars twinkle
    in darkness,
    miracles are born
    in difficulty.
    During the storm,
    Christ calmed the wind.
    When the wine ran out,
    Christ turned the water
    into new wine.
    When the deaf, blind,
    and lame suffered,
    Christ healed them.
    Lift up your heads
    and expect miracles.

    Why Not Believe

    What God has given me,
    He’s given me.
    My miracles aren’t yours
    as my journey isn’t yours;
    and though God gave me that
    which brought about miracles,
    They may not be meant for you.
    Even though I want
    to make them yours,
    Only God can lead you there.
    Why not believe that you
    can have them too?

    Suitcase Full of Miracles

    I’m coming home on the wing of a prayer.
    The heights I’ve been taken
    have given me such incredible views.
    You are my suitcase full of miracles,
    I was blessed to take on board,
    which kept me going when I ran out of fuel,
    kept me flying when I was apt to get down,
    dissipated turbulence and pulled me out of the fog,
    defused pressure and helped me breathe,
    offered calm assurance when I found cause to panic,
    and kept me on track when I was prone
    to high-jack my own destiny.
    How blessed am I that God gave you–
    a suitcase full of miracles for me.

    May God bless and strengthen you!

    • Megan
      May 27, 2016 at 7:55 pm

      Laurie, your poems are beautiful! Thank you for sharing them with me. Truth, so much truth. It resonates.

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