I returned to work two weeks ago, and I’ve lost all rhythm.
My sabbatical afforded me the freedom of no schedule. I put in my day the things I wanted. The things I hoped would help me walk forward in darkness.
Then I jumped on a moving train.
My hope-speaking counselor kindly pointed out today I’ve stepped back into my numbing clothes. Convenient how busy-ness covers my hurt. My anger. My disappointment.
It was a hard truth to hear. The past six weeks have felt like climbing a wet, slippery mountain. It has taken all my energy to keep moving toward the summit. I do not want to slide down. I do not want to have to struggle up again. The work feels too much.
I feel broken, and I’m not sure it’s in the best way. I feel so inadequate, so ill-prepared to go where I’m pretty sure hope resides. I know that sounds absurd. Tenacious used to describe me almost better than any word. There is so little energy left in me to keep pressing into the deep now.
The hope-speaking counselor suggested I stop running. He likened it to being in a maze, frantically searching for the way out. What would be more helpful would be just to sit down and be where I am. Why do I fear that so very much?
The maze feels as if it’s closing in again. I need space. I need arms to hold me up and a face to witness my tears. My courage is so very thin.
This is the place where I sit. The words that tumble into this space in the cyberworld are where I where I practice just being where I am.
I have less and less an idea of what the summit will be like, but I do believe hope lives there. I wish I had a nice ribbon to wrap around the now to make it easier to walk, and perhaps easier to read, but there is no ribbon right now. There is just mess. You are bearing witness to it all. Thank you. Thank you for sitting with me.
2 thoughts on “Running the Maze”
Hebrews 6:19 says “we have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters in to the inner place behind the curtain.” Jesus is our hope, and as our boat rocks up and down in the waves, HE is the anchor that holds us, keeps us from wandering and floating out to sea…No mountain to climb, but rather the safety of being with us right where we are.
(Have I quoted this verse before? I’m a one-trick pony.)
Hmmm. A new metaphor to fill my mind. . . I appreciate a new picture. I’m sure you’ve quoted Hebrews 6 before but not to me. I will spend some time there.