I just spent an hour sitting on the hood of my car in the
dark, trying to put it all together. I was having an imaginary conversation
with a confidant, I was imagining “him” appearing at the end of my drive, I was
waiting for a shooting star to confirm my entire existence. My entire existence
was not confirmed, and the only mark I left, the only proof that a sad girl was
sitting on the hood of her car while strangers drove down the neighboring
street or girls walked and laughed together, was a wrinkled and wet tissue that
was thrown away.
And that tissue will end up in the bin at the end of the
drive, and that bin will end up in the back of a garbage truck, and my proof of
existence will be stacked amongst piles of all of these other marks of
existence, and then it will disintegrate.
I spent the majority of my childhood looking forward to now,
only to be disappointed that in order to get to now, someone had to cheat on
me, or lie to me, or forget me, and I had to make mistakes, and lose my words,
and cut off my hair, and lose my cat, and so-and-so had to die…I had to break in
order to be mended, and broken again to be taught, and broken again to learn
the meaning of love and forgiveness.
And as long as I believed, “everything has a purpose. Everything
happens for a reason,” I allowed the breaking and mending, and the “happenings”
in quiet contentment of some kind. Because I believe in a higher power, a hand
bigger than mine, and an existence that gives it all purpose.
Because, as much as I believe in a loving God, I don’t know
how apart of anything He really is.
And I’m not supposed to say that. I’m supposed to have the
right answers, and I’m supposed to be a light on top of a hill, and I’m
supposed to make your hearts lighter and not heavier. But, I don’t understand “it”
and by “it” I mean everything. “Everything” leads me back to God, and I have to
face every Christian’s biggest nightmare, and that is doubt. Because a doubting
faith, seems to be synonymous with a wavering faith. But my faith is not
waivered, my confidence is.
I’m not sitting on an alphabet rug in Sunday school any
more. The easy stuff is over. God, Jesus, the Holy ghost. Noah and the ark.
Jonah and the fish. The blind man healed by mud, the woman who touched His
robe, the dreams, the manna, the locust, the fire from heaven…
Now, is the hard stuff. If everything has a purpose, He’s hurting me
on purpose. If some things happen outside of God, why didn’t He save me from
it, especially when I prayed for guidance? If my petty world can’t fit in His
hands, where else can it fit?
The truth is I don’t have any answers. I don’t know right
now.
I want to believe He loves me, and that he guards me and
protects me, and that He’s moving me in the best direction. But when I can’t
learn from an event, and I can’t understand it, and it means nothing, it
connects to nothing, and the only thing it is produces is pain…It makes it that
much harder to have that childlike faith that I so easily had at one time.
I guess I said all of that to say, I don't know where God fits anymore. And if I don't know where God fits, I don't know where I fit. Where life fits. Where anything fits. Life becomes harder and uglier.
I guess I said all of that to say, I don't know where God fits anymore. And if I don't know where God fits, I don't know where I fit. Where life fits. Where anything fits. Life becomes harder and uglier.
ps. I wrote this in pure honesty, which is mostly due to the fact that I'm not posting it, and I've deleated my facebook account...giving me a feeling of freedome.
Hey sweet girl. I'm praying for you. I'm not praying that you pick yourself up by your bootstraps and continue onward. I'm praying that you sit and listen and cry and hurt and live in the brutiful reality of life. Everything does have a purpose and the hurt that is too heavy and real to deal with right now will be a thread in a tapestry that God is weaving in your life. I've been there. I've been "done" when literally everything fell apart. And I'm still here and on this end the grass isn't greener and the sky isn't bluer but it's more real and it's closer.
ReplyDeleteThere are two freeing realities. 1. God Himself suffered a death and lived a painful life that we can't imagine. He did that for you. He was broken in every sense of the word and He didn't for one second deserve it. He's not an absentee landlord Who punishes. 2. You are part of a greater story. What seems like the ultimate reality and the ultimate pain right now is part of something bigger than us and sometimes its freeing to recognize how small we really are.
You can do hard things Martha Lee Anne. When your faith fails we will continue to believe for you and with you.
also, I've read all your posts. I look forward to them. Your writing and bravery and honesty inspire me and encourage me. I've never commented before but want you to know I've been here and am thankful for your blog!
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