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Sunday, September 03, 2006
After The Storm (The Real Work Begins?)
These are my stitches after the dermatologist removed the basal cell carcinoma. The stitches have been removed and the incision has healed nicely. I now have another thin white line, still tender to the touch. One friend saw this photo and said maybe the stitches are too tight and then said that I should alter it to look like a bug and blog about it (I tried making it look like a bug and it did not come out very good). Another wondered, “How many people would experience that picture as an act of genuine (and appropriate) intimacy?” Can you figure out which friend is a nurse and which friend is a therapist? People see things first from whatever perspective is most familiar to them.
There is a question I have been asking myself lately. I suppose the question stems from a perspective that is familiar to me for several reasons. First of all, because of my ongoing dealings with my son's struggles. But also because of other people I know. One lives with a disease that will not be healed, a disease that must be reckoned with on a daily basis. One has a daughter who struggles with unrelenting depression. Another lives with the memory of an unfaithful spouse.
So many people still live with suffering as a result of Katrina. Their lives have been turned upside down, and for many of them, their lives will never be the same again. (For those of you who are "looking in from the outside", let me just tell you that before there was Katrina, there was Audrey, in 1957. There are still people alive today who have very vivid memories of Audrey. Some of them will not even talk about what happened that night. That was over fifty years ago. Audrey's position as the mother of killer hurricanes in the state of Louisiana has been obliterated by Katrina. It is my pragmatic nature that wants to remind all readers that, judging from the affect of Audrey on her victms, the victims of Katrina have a very long road ahead of them, both in terms of physical clean-up and emotional healing. Kind of like dealing with a loved one's addiction, recovery from Katrina will be a long and drawn out process.)
What do we say to God when we are living day after day after day in the aftermath of a storm?
What do I say to God when I am living day after day after day in the aftermath of a storm?
When you are brought out of the storm and you are greatly relieved to be alive, when your depression is lifted by some small evidence of God's presence in your dark night, when your illness is healed, when your marriage is healed in spite of infidelity, it's easy to thank God. When you get what you want from God, it is easy to sing His praises. But what happens when you have been brought out of the storm only to be surrounded by its debris a year later? What happens when there is no song to break through the darkness? What happens when are still sick with that same old disease? What happens when your daughter is still depressed, or your son is still struggling with his addiction year after year? What happens when your marriage remains cracked wide open from infidelity?
What do we say to God when the storm has long passed and years later we are still dealing with the pain and the debris? I wonder, a year later, what would these people say to God now?
http://www.theworkofthepeople.com/index.php5?ct=store.details&pid=V00003
I can only speak for myself, but now, more than ever, I say to Him "You are faithful and worthy to be praised." I have found this to be true, even in the midst of the storm's fallout, even when I do not get my way with Him.
And I am grateful.
A beautiful testimony, Annie......
ReplyDeleteSometimes there is nothing to say to God, only to be there and waiting when he says something to you. It's the waiting part I find most difficult... thanks for sharing, as always, Annie.
ReplyDeleteI want to say the perfect thing and cannot and know it, so I will do what I would do if you were here in my house and had pain and a scar and fear. I hug you. And I am not stopping. This hug will last until you drop by my place and do the hugging thing for me that you have done so many times over tha last month. I am bold enought to say that my arms are God's answer sometimes. You are often the answer from God, as well.
ReplyDeleteAnd you are amazing, as well.
ReplyDeleteSo many look to the storm as a reason to turn around and BLAME God. That you keep marching forward towards His loving arms is so incredibly beautiful to watch.
Thank you Jim.
ReplyDeleteRCJ I agree that the waiting can be tough.
Cynthia, I quite agree that your arms are God's answers sometimes and I thank you for stretching them out to me. It is my hope to do the same for others around me.
Thank you Jules. I think of that old gospel song, "where could I go but to the Lord?" There is no other place that brings the peace I need in the dark times.
You get better and better, annie.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rach
ReplyDeleteAlas, I am remiss here....the last to comment........how not like me!! I will admit to being asleep at the wheel.
ReplyDeleteYour post reminds me that we should be thankful in ALL things. What good are we if we only thank and praise God when things go our way? There is no test or faith within that framework. I think it is important to thank God for the bad things too, that they were not worse than what we probably deserve. And...........I also think it's perspective and perception (our own) of what we see as good/bad/indifferent. For myself if I had not known the trials I have had in my life.....hmmm...who knows? Would I be a lesser person......probably. Would my faith be as deep, probably not. You see where I am going......and I am rambling......And you must be wishing I hadn't commented.......:)
Bugs?? Did someone mention bugs....?? You know Annie, I just had a thought that your scar is visible......and you bear that mark. And thinking about those with the scars we don't see.
EOS.......
Ayekah I agree with your rambling thoughts!
ReplyDeleteAnnie,
ReplyDeleteI don't know if you'll think of this as self-serving, but when I went to Mississippi last year I came back with this story. It's the closest thing I could come up with to make sense of God in what was by far the most horrific of things I have seen in my life.
Tim
http://deeperdevotion.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=1369
TimThanks, I'll check it out. I've been missing you. How is school going?
ReplyDeleteAnnie,
ReplyDeleteSchool is not what I thought it would be. I am definately having a crisis of faith, but probably not like most folks would describe "crisis". My faith is growing and my definitions are changing now that I am privileged to see Christianity from a much more liberal perspective. Compared to where I was Campbell - at least at the undergraduate level - is quite liberal. Their divinity school is more toward center, so I hear. But, rather than throw the baby Jesus out with the bath water I try to make sense of things. Coming to your sight is always a help because it helps me see how the real world of Christianity as lived out in truth and love. When I have my head up my theological you-know-where I can always count on you to bring me back to the real world. Thanks for asking.
Tim.