Sunday, June 2, 2013
this week has been a tough one, in many different ways. and though there has been beauty and God and love so thick i could almost taste it intricately woven in between the tough, i can very easily say i am drained. hopeful, but drained.
this morning i found myself two hours before church sitting on the floor of june's room, crying into a pillow to muffle the sobs that came from somewhere deep down in the depths. it was a mixture of overwhelming exhaustion, frustration, and extreme sadness. i didn't know how to button up the emotion so i could continue functioning through my sunday morning, and even if i had known how, it would have been taking steps backward from where i have learned to push through. express, don't repress. isn't that how the saying goes?
so i sat there letting the tears slide down my face, praying as i cried into the dark teal of the pillow and the white canvas of the ikea chair. please carry me, i said silently. i know things could be harder, but right now, this feels like too much.
my kids were in my bedroom that i had left minutes before, but i heard june's mama! mom? mo-ooooommmm! coming closer. ben intervened before she made it to the door i was closed behind. mom's sleeping, i heard him say. she'll wake up in a minute, okay? i heard june's soft okay, and knew that ben knew where i was and what i was doing. he was explaining something that june could understand, so she would give me space and time to recover.
i did recover, finally releasing all of the tears and unleashing all of the frustration until i felt ready to face the world again. a hot shower relaxed sore muscles, and i worked on getting ready for church with my family. the rest of the day i have felt like i have been carried, and peace has come into my overwhelmed heart.
there is so much i want to write, but i have to hold back because it was not my pain that produced the tears, it was another's whose suffering has been so acute. it feels mean just typing that, because i can't really go into details about this week, only to say a few random things.
this: abuse, in all of its many forms, is so ugly. when it happens to a child the ugly is magnified and compounded, put upon innocence that is too young to be able to comprehend and fully heal from the dark, twisted, and truly evil of the world. sometimes just the knowledge of the burden that is placed upon abused children can overwhelm my spirit to the point that it feels so heavy it aches.
this: i bear my testimony, again, about therapy. finding a good therapist is a gift straight from God, one who can be the vessel to crack the thick, sometimes bullet-proof shell that has been built for years to protect from the ugly and twisted. when the shell is cracked, it can feel like the soul and spirit are going to crack right along with it. but i promise, it does get better.
this: i am so grateful for those who are willing to be vulnerable, to share their pain with the world unselfishly and without the need for validation, but in the way that others can learn from it, and not feel so alone. i listened to a beautiful girl speak into a microphone today, doing just this. vulnerability takes courage and true humility. she touched my heart as she cried and spoke Truth to those who were open to hear it.
this: we are officially insane, because we are moving again. only one street over, in the exact same model as the house that had mold in it, only my fingers and asthmatic lungs are crossed that this one is as mold-free as it looks. july 1st is our move-in date, so this little therapeutic internet space may be neglected more so than it already is. or maybe it will be my outlet, saving me from drowning amid boxes and packing tape?
this: caleb is getting baptized this coming saturday morning. i'm hoping i can get my act together in between packing to make it a special day, because it feels so special to both ben and i. we love our first and only boy so much, with his sweet heart and strong spirit.
this: ben is one of the most amazing men i have ever known. and i am not saying this because i am his wife, because others feel this way who are not his wife. he continues to astound me and i thank God i was somehow chosen to have the privilege of knowing intimately just how incredible he is, walking through life to watch his courage and unselfishness continue with all he is carrying.
this: music heals me in the same way the written word does. much more so than chocolate ever has.
this: we are surrounded by good people. i have not been feeling well this week, and had friends reach out to let me know they cared. ben's uncle pat passed away yesterday, and we were stranded without a baby-sitter while i was in phoenix and ben was trying to be with his aunt and lend his support. after some phone calls and texts, friends and ward members rallied around to help where we needed it. our kids were happy and fed and sad for us to pick them up. living away from family is so hard during times like this, unless you can find yourself living among others who are examples of selflessness and kindness. we are so grateful.