Those of you who know me well know that my favorite symbol of new life and transformation is the butterfly. I was named Emerging Butterfly when I was in seminary. After graduation, the butterfly became the symbol for my retreat and small group ministry, Emergings. That symbol and name followed me as my ministry itself emerged and evolved to include counseling and coaching. It is the symbol I utilize in my memoir, for this website, and for this blog.
In league with early Christians who shared my aversion for using a gruesome form of execution as a symbol for their faith, I have been reluctant to wear a cross. Despite the cross being associated with them, early Christians didn’t use it extensively until the fourth century. I am in the seventh decade of my life, and relate more closely to those catacomb Christians who were uncomfortable with this symbol.
However, as I pondered the twist my life has taken as my daughter’s illness has turned her life and mine upside down, I found these foreign and unsettling words emerging in my consciousness, “This is the cross I bear.” Sensing Spirit calling forth some new awareness within me, I turned to my Bible and revisited a passage in Luke.
“Whoever does not bear his own cross and come after me, cannot be my disciple.” ~Luke 14:27
Is being my daughter’s caregiver my cross to bear? Am I being Jesus disciple in the way I bear it? I pondered these questions as the weeks progressed…moving through harsh judgments as I always do before loving kindness emerges.
I revisited Jesus facing his cross in the Garden of Gethsemane. In my Harper Study Bible, Matthew’s heading for this portion of his Gospel (Matthew 26:36-46) is “Jesus agony.” He describes Jesus as troubled and depicts him saying to the disciples who accompanied him, “My soul is very sorrowful.”
Something inside me relaxed. I have permission to be sorrowful, something that has been found to be persistent for parents of children with chronic health conditions…something that has been strong and visceral within me these past few months while my daughter’s healthcare crisis signaled the progression of her disease. Sorrow has been especially intense since she moved in with me where it stares me in the face daily.
Three times Matthew and Mark depict Jesus praying that he not have to bear his cross…praying for his life to be spared.
Again, something inside me relaxed. While I don’t face the unspeakable horror he faced, I have wished away the effects of my child disease…wished I didn’t have to be a caregiver, something that doesn’t come naturally to me…wished I could return to the joy-filled life I had recently created for myself.
For the years my daughter lived independently, we both denied the reality of her disease, hoping our lives would be spared the life-sucking symptoms so many others with this disease and their caregivers experience. This was not to be.
Then Jesus prayed, “Not my will but thine be done.” Finding a way to relax into those words has been a bit more difficult. Moving beyond the retributive images often attributed to the Divine has required years of pondering the way my experience of suffering evolves.
In my process, I have come to experience the Divine as coming to me with compassion and empathy, crying with me, giving space for my suffering, suffering with me. Only after I have plumbed sufferings depths with Divine Love as my faithful companion does my spirit open. In some mysterious way that can only be attributed to Divine grace, my eyes open to behold a miracle of resurrection, transformation, and new life. A gift I might not appreciate or even notice, if not for the suffering, presents itself. Only then can I relax into and embrace a more mature experience of “Not my will but thine be done.”
When Jesus entered Gethsemane, he asked Peter, James, and John, three of his disciples, to remain there and watch with him. Three times during that hour of gut-wrenching prayer, he found them sleeping.
I thought about the suffering these three men experienced after Jesus’ violent death. They must have known they had let him down. And now they ran in fear for their own lives. And yet, his transforming spirit remained with them in their suffering and fear until they were able to muster the strength to fulfill their calling as his disciples. These three fisherman had no idea what they were signing up for when they enthusiastically left their old life behind to follow him.
I relaxed as I contemplated how none of us really know what we are signing up for in this life…how weak our willing spirits often are. When my children were born, I wanted to be a “good mother.” I carried idealized images and cultural conditioning about what that was and was not. I had no idea what I was signing up for and despite my willing spirit, I often let them and myself down and sometimes wanted to run for my life.
But today I am here doing what doesn’t come naturally. My railings against the cross I bear are dissipating and so I seem to be entering the “Not my will but Thine be done” part of the process. Even though I am sometimes weary of the call to evolve and want to shout “Enough already,” I experience myself beginning to surrender.
Today I accepted an invitation to have lunch with an established group of women who are new to me. They were curious about my life and respectfully sought me out. That gave me an opportunity to give them a thumbnail sketch of the outline of my memoir, A Long Awakening to Grace. They thanked me for sharing and were enthusiastic about wanting to read my book. They were compassionate in their acknowledgement of my suffering.
The woman sitting across the table from me then shared that she found my story inspiring.
Something inside me relaxed.
She went on to tell me about her life. Sharing honestly about my own suffering made it possible for her to share hers. She has an amazing story and has thought about writing her memoir. She wondered if she was too old and asked my age. She is only one year older than I. I assured her, memoirs only get better as we gain in wisdom. I told her how writing about my life had helped me make sense of it.
Her eyes brightened, she sat up straight, and said, “You have inspired me to get serious about writing my story.”
I felt relaxed as I left that restaurant today and in awe at the outcome of the invitation I almost didn’t accept. Instead of giving in to the weakness of my willing spirit, I listened to the still, small voice of wisdom inside that told me to go. I mustered the strength to show up with my eyes wide open.
These women eased my suffering with their compassionate presence. And it seemed no accident that I sat across from the woman who needed just the inspiration I was able to provide. This, to me, is the gift and the miracle of “Thy will be done.”
My cross seems a little more bearable today.
Thanks for sharing your beautiful and inspiring words. I feel that I will read them often. Love Cathy
Thank you, Cathy,
That means a lot to me.
Love back to you,
Linda
How God has blessed you and others through you!!! Thank you
Dear Pat,
I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you follow my blog and bless me with your supportive comments. Thanks you.
Love & hugs,
Linda
You’re latest blog sure speaks to my current life challenges! I was told to read the story of Jobe last weekend. Taking proactive action and believing the words of my Kundalini teacher, Yogi Bhajan, “There’s a way through every block”, and keeping my faith in Divine intervention, Grace, is keeping me going! Keep reminding myself to be grateful for everything that is given, including the challenges. It’s all God!!!! Thank you for speaking for me too and so beautifully!
I’m so grateful to hear that what I wrote spoke to what you are dealing with and reinforced what you already know from your Kundalini teacher. When we are in the midst of the agony, it is so hard to remember and experience Divine Love being there with us. Glad for the way Spirit has been working through my writing to get me back on track and that it helps others do the same. Blessings all around.
Linda, your words are such comfort to my soul as I too struggle with the parallel journey of mother/daughter and the healing in my heart that begs for resolution. As I wrestle with past huts, disappointments and continued abandonments. Your statement regarding”your cross to bear” strikes a cord within. While I struggle with “signing up for this part of the journey”, I realize it is my cross to bear and that I too will be able to reflect one day the growth from this experience. There has been a generational line of abuse that I believed I had resolved, yet I find myself reliving the abusive nature of mom during this phase of her disease progression. Through reflection and deep soul searching, I recognize she will not be able to break her chain, I can however, do my best to break free of that pattern Life is a finite journey. Thanks again Linda for being a part of the journey.
Gloria, I think you are wise to focus on yourself breaking the chain. With your mother’s dementia, she won’t be able to. And even if she were healthy, there is no guarantee she would be motivated to do so. But you are right. You can break free. In my experience. our inner scars don’t go away totally and we expect too much of ourselves if we think we must accomplish that. But we can learn to recognize them when they pop up and not allow them to totally undermine us. So nice to have a kindred spirit on the journey.
Thank you for your willingness to be so open about this journey, Linda.. Who knows how many you have helped with your honesty and your insight, besides the one who have already spoken!
Writing openly and honestly helps keep me sane. If I’m helping others, that’s a bonus that makes exposing myself to others worthwhile. Thank you for acknowledging my journey.
Linda, I think our culture and some religions/spiritual practices surround us with a belief that if we have enough faith/say or do the right things, we will have a wonderful life. It can leave one feeling like there’s something wrong with us or in us when life throws us a wrench. Yet as a friend of mine once said, “Life is messy.” And I don’t think we’d be here if we didn’t have things to learn. And so we go through periods of light and joy, to give us a break, and then sometimes encounter dark nights of the soul. Heavens, if St. John of the Cross and Thomas Merton had dark nights, who are we to beg off? It is part of the journey. It is the price tag, sometimes, for sagacity. And your daughter so needs you now. She is fortunate to have you by her side, growing in wisdom with each new experience. Some people benefit from being in the presence of a guru. May your guru-nature, that continues growing, bring more light into her existence.
Heidi, I so agree with everything you’ve said here…and that would be a good blog post. I think my inner guru is at work…certainly in this latest blog post. I must admit, I’m curious about what comes next.
You are such a wise woman in your own right. Thank you for the depth of your understanding.
I have found it’s the pain that brings the insight… I wish things were easier…
That has been my experience, too. And I find that others are not always comfortable with us when we are sitting with the pain awaiting the insight. Sigh. So nice to have your understanding. I, too, wish it were easier, but I’ve come to trust the process even though I don’t always like it.
To view life’s challenges through a spiritual lens, as you are doing, makes all the difference. Suffering with faith, dignity and humility is a profound witness to the love of God when embraced and nurtured. I will join your friends and daily lift you up in prayer. You are an emblem of the community of Christ. Sharon and I will be pleased to assist you in any hour of need.
Gerry, to be honored with validation by one who takes exercising our spiritual muscles seriously means a lot to me. Your kindness is much appreciated.