Friday, April 24, 2015

Life rings.

Note: This one sat in my draft box for a while. I was a little scared my drowning metaphor might worry folks. Now, a few weeks later, I'm not necessarily drowning, just treading water in choppy seas... 


Once again, I've been overwhelmed by all the love and support I've received from family, friends, church, coworkers, and online.

Grief is an ugly monster.  It makes you question who you are, why you live, and if you even want to continue. It makes even happy moments painful. It dulls your vision, and it clouds your thoughts. I've struggled with grief for four years, and it's changed who I am.

At first, it was a trial. Temporary. Statistics helped me rationalize. So many experience one. It's tragically normal. Heartbreakingly common.
Then it was a struggle. A fluke. A weird, sad situation.
Then it was a conflict. Why? And I went into problem-solving mode. What's causing this? Let's find out and fix it.
Then, there was hope. On the fourth try, we heard the heartbeat, strong and steady, and I felt like it was finally over. I had persevered, become a stronger person, and I was going to make it through.

Then it was dark. Really dark. Like can't-breath-can't-live-can't-see dark.

This time, since I didn't know and didn't expect it, the grief monster once again got me in a stealth attack. I didn't mentally prepare myself for this, because I had put it all aside. So, after I realized what was happening, it once again broke my heart by surprise. A heartbreak when it's expected hurts like like heck. When it's unexpected, it still hurts like heck, plus it disorients you.

So I've been disoriented, with dulled sight and clouded thoughts. I ask God frequently to help. He knows our hearts and our desires (not to mention, I've said them aloud, crystal clear, not that He needs that... He knows the moans of my soul for when there are no words....).  So, if He knows this, why does He continue not to bless us and to allow this suffering? If it is not within His will, if it's truly not what He has planned for our family, then why not shut the door? We would make peace with a reason why, the mystery solved and an answer given. But why do we languish in this unknown territory? The doctors are perplexed. They see no medical reason for me not to sustain a pregnancy, and keep saying keep trying. But how many times do we have to go through this? Will it ever work?

I ask Him, but He doesn't answer.

And grief turns to doubt. And to anger. And to bitterness. And I close off my heart and my mind and let the dark thoughts swirl as I drive or as I sit on the porch or as I stare emptily at the ceiling.

It is so easy to stay right there. But then, as if it's a life-ring tossed from a boat to a drowning soul, slipping under the waves, I receive a note, a message, a hug, a letter, an email, a vase of flowers. And I hang on.

So when people ask how I am, I want to use this metaphor. I am a drowning swimmer holding on to life-rings. Every baby I see, every pregnancy announcement, every due date on the calendar, every small child about the age he or she would be, every careless comment, every single day, a wave of that grief flows over my head and I feel like coughing and choking.

As Easter approaches, I fight the doubt. Even when it creeps in, I know who He is and I know He loves me. The cross showed it. I have no fear about my eternity or my salvation, nor do I ask if He's even really there at all. I know this as well as I know my name. I know Him.

So I hope that He will, at the very least, help me to feel Phillipians 4:6. My grace is sufficient for you.
Please make my heart only yearn for Your grace.
I want to want only Him.
I need the things of this world to grow strangely dim.

Thanks for throwing life-rings out into the sea for me.



1 comment:

Melissa said...

I'm still praying for you, Briana. Daily. Idk why I'm just now seeing this post! But know I identify with so many of your emotions. This makes 4 years for me too (though not as many losses), and i just can't believe it. Four? Really? Still no baby? I know that His grace is sufficient and I pray one day we at least have some sense of understanding. Love you.