These are just my thoughts; maybe, really no one should read them, for they are pointless to the continuous turning of the world...then again, maybe not.
Friday, October 21, 2016
The Truth About You
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Stuck/Unstuck
I do know I feel stuck. I've felt stuck for a while in a few ways. I'm stuck on a relationship that just doesn't have any feasible way forward. I was stuck in a job that I saw nowhere to go - now I'm about to go somewhere but it's out the door. I'm stuck living at home, trying to make a dream happen that's derailed by said employment situation. I've felt stuck in my faith for a long time now, like trying to push a boulder when you're already exhausted kind of stuck. I'm more just sitting by the boulder, hoping it rolls for some reason. And not back on me.
Stuck.
I'm not much of an ambitious person, but I am pretty good at knowing if I set my mind to something I can accomplish it. Here and now, I feel all-around stuck. There are too many things to try to make happen at once, and they all affect one another, and the ones that affect me drain my motivation and confidence to pursue the others. Stuck and I can't even tip the first domino.
I'd felt fine about it all, until I realized I can't do nothing. I cannot just take another hit and not get back up...but I kind of want to lie on the mat for a while. Catch my breath. Unfortunately my life isn't a boxing metaphor and I don't really have that option. My sanity feels as though it depends on providence and my strength to keep fighting. And the faint flicker of hope that a day of feeling unstuck is on some future horizon of mine.
And maybe this is just today.
Sunday, October 09, 2016
The Perspective of Pain
I was told last week that due to budget cuts, my position will be dissolved. I was caught off guard, and yet I wasn't - because it's just been that kind of year. Everyone has such sincerity in their voice and their eyes when they ask how I'm doing. "Pretty okay, actually," I say.
This year started with ultimate heartbreak which brutally dragged itself, well and me, along. While viewed as a virtue, loyalty can be a fault. Call me crazy, (no one did, but they were thinking it,) I had a hard time letting go of the one I loved...still do. Anyway, I tell people: I already hit rock bottom this year. I hit it and sat down there for a bit. This -- it doesn't even surprise me, considering this year.
When you can look back at a string of months that you just didn't feel like yourself and during some of which you felt downright awful, a little baby curve ball can't really phase you. Heck, I have done this before. I thought back and there's all of two jobs on my resume list that I left by choice. Two. Out of nine. Layoffs. Dumb firings for accidents. Quitting then getting fired. Every time I've made ends meet, with pretty minimal favors and many dinners paid for by a few kind folks. I'm not at any risk of being homeless. The timing is pretty darn wretched, but it always shakes out.
I just have to overcome the overwhelming apathy toward the whole thing, and get myself through the next month between finishing out some time at the job where they've let me go, and trying to find whatever the next thing is.
This didn't break me, it didn't even make me cry. I guess the upside of surviving the worst pain of your life is perspective.
Sunday, October 02, 2016
Our Nature to Struggle, Doubt, & Trust
**Disclaimer: This piece was written pre-deconstruction of religious beliefs and faith system. Many of these beliefs inform the sentiments of the writing and are not in alignment with my values. As this is a part of my journey and an extensive blog over years, I have chosen not to remove a majority of my posts written on faith. Please as a reader, take this into consideration and take what works for you, leave what does not. I also apologize for any harm my words from this past perspective may cause to any readers.**
Sometimes peace is a choice - a destination you set course toward. My therapist told me this week, "you were doing so good," as if to say "What happened?"
She told me I'd found the right things to put me on a good path before, and I just need to return to those things. I felt a little confused from an emotional mini-whirlwind the last week or so - what did I do before that to be on a good path, in a good place?
Today at church it hit me, or God did with the truth: I lost my footing in an instant. I think of when Peter is initially trusting Jesus, he successfully walks on water - for like a hot second. Then when he sees what's happening, he loses focus on the trust and starts to sink. See, I like Peter because God starts the church through him, but he's kind of a dink sometimes. A real putz. It just goes to show, you could have the real, in-the-flesh Jesus doing miracles and stuff in front of you, and still have the struggles. It's in our nature to doubt.
I didn't lose my footing from anything so impressive as walking on water, but it's been a long and tumultuous time of weirdness in my faith. And I realized just this week, I'm still having trouble feeling close to God not because He's far away, but because I went through so much pain that I don't understand and I don't know quite how to recover from. Sure, the appointment before last I went to my therapist and thought, I don't really need to be here, I'm pretty okay. I felt finally normal again.
The truth of it is, I am still struggling to trust God after I feel like He let me down. But He tells us in so many places - today in my heart - that we need to trust Him, not our own understanding.
However, I've found the church doesn't have much to offer people who are trying to trust God in the midst or the wake of great pain. Words don't really do much to that feeling in you that's pretty damn undeniable; kinda feels like, "my life hurts right now." You can't just throw a 'God loves you' at that, because those words only do so much against certain levels of pain. They're not unimportant, but they're not always helpful. There is something to be said for the steadiness of it, though. When you rejoice; set yourself back on the facts of God's loving-kindness and trustworthiness, even if that feels hollow.
So this morning as my heart swelled in worship, thinking of the places in the lives of my friends that I trust God to work, the weight of my own situation crept in. And in His gentleness, He didn't give me any answers, but He reminded me that I can only be satisfied in Him. He reminded me that I cannot be at peace without trusting in His loving-kindness - and that that is a choice. I can't make sense out of loving someone deeply and being parted from them for reasons that my big God should be able to handle, but I can move forward in trust. That trust may feel weak, and the peace may feel weary, but it's less weak and weary than waiting for answers without Him. Because I think that longing for God is in our nature, too.