I have a lot of stupid things weighing me down at the moment. When they first started coming at me I was laughing at them and batting them aside, but the weight of "one too many" got me down and today I am heavy hearted (and not too pleased with myself for caving). I can imagine nothing more interesting than reading someone's blog detailing all the things not going right. (I clearly need to find new interests). But I will spare you the details. I don't want to bore you or myself by telling you what sucks circumstantially in the categories of health, home, job, and communication (usually that is the one category that doesn't suck!) Suck begets suck, so I don't want to write a sucky blog entry, but sometimes the way out of the suck is to give in to the sucking force and arrive at a better place on the other side.
My life sucks a little. But I spoke to someone this week who had one of life's BIG categories happen to her. You know the list: death, major illness, major heart ache, and anything horrendous that happens to our children. In this case it was unthinkable cruelty - abuse and theft of the innocence of a handicapped child. That is about as bad as it gets for a mom. I heard myself write: "I am so sorry this world sucks! At least it doesn't suck in a vacuum!" Finally! Something I feel good writing about tonight.
In this case, the mom is fighting back. She is fighting in the courts, in proactive steps toward understanding, healing, and loving her child; and in giving herself fully to the cause of helping victims of rape. This is a warrior mom. This is the way to keep sucking from happening in a vacuum.
I am so glad, if God chose to let us live in a world with jagged edges, loose parts, creepy crawly bugs and bogey men; he also left enough of the original paradise in tact to make it bearable. You know your list, but some of the evidence I have found that paradise is alive and well is: puppies, laughter, music, and big shoes (to squash the creepy crawly bugs). Life does not suck in a vacuum. If it did, it would be unbearable. For me, the tough stuff is offset by the continual funny and loving antics of my children, the patience of my husband, the laughter and support of my friends, and the unwavering belief that God has it all figured out and is trustworthy while these things unfold. I have hope and faith, that grows from the memory of a million times before in my 40 plus years of living, when I faced uncertainty and insurmountable odds; only to arrive at a better place, as a better person than I would have been, had I not navigated through the rocky terrain. And for me, getting to document my findings and share them, as souvenirs from my trip to the land of suck, is another way that this sucking is not happening in a vacuum. So life is already sucking so much less than when I started writing this entry, which I really hope doesn't suck.
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