Monday, May 7, 2012

Now Then...

Well, friends, here we have sorrow. That is to say, I have begun to feel that everywhere I turn, I have stumbled upon it. And I find myself asking who it is that I am hurting for. Is my pain entirely my own, or even most of my own? It all seems blurred together- mine, his, hers, and theirs.

I suppose these things are generally kept quiet, but I hate to go around acting cryptic, so I should mention that I had a miscarriage recently. It's a strange thing, to be honest- if "strange" is the word I want, and I think it is. You find yourself going along your merry way, getting up in the (WEE) wee hours of the morning, worshipping, cleaning, studying, cooking, and finding joy at every turn; you write because you believe you're a writer; you study violin because you believe God gave you a violin with your name already engraved on it; you tutor kids, you open up with people in church, you hug a lot and pray and sing and dance. In short, you believe you know who you are and what you're doing.
  Next thing you know, you're pregnant. You rejoice, you tell the world, and try (oh so hard) to begin to grasp what this word means, what parenting means, what the future holds. And I admit, it was scary and heavy and a little unbelievable. 
And in the very next breath, the doctor's telling you something's wrong, there will be no baby, you've had "crappy bad luck" (thanks a lot, doc- that explains everything), and a lot of other nightmarish things, and you're just trying really hard not to pass out or puke all over everyone (very real possibilities, I might add). It was something like that. 
And then... what? I'll tell you what. You put your clothes back on and take the elevator downstairs and try to hold it together as you pass all the women with swollen bellies and toddlers and excited spouses. And of course, it’s impossible to get out of the building without at least one poor soul asking you when you’re due date is. But all you can think is, “Lady, I don’t have one.” 
You think about your grandparents a lot. Like I said, "strange" is the word I want. But you go on thinking about them, and how sorry they must be for you, and somehow, this hurts the most. You think of how sorry everyone is for you, and (I'm not even kidding) you feel extremely sorry for making them sorry. You think about your husband, who really wants kids. You think about your mother-in-law, who really wants your husband to have kids. And then you think, "Who am I? What am I doing? What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to feel?" And everyone asks you how you feel, how you're doing, and there is no good answer. They're all bogus answers, no matter how honest you try to be. The only realistic description of how it feels is, "crushed".  So, you say "fine" instead, because if we're being honest, "fine" doesn't mean anything. All I could think of was my pestle and mortar, and how you throw in some lifeless ingredients and set to work grinding it all up together with that marble pestle, round and round, making that knocking noise as you grind. But it isn't delightful when you are the stuff being ground up, crushed into a million pieces. Crushed. Obliterated. Like taking the heel of your boots and digging something down into the earth, or scraping it across the sidewalk until its no longer recognizable. 
And that's exactly it. Unrecognizable. I've spent the last few weeks feeling like a guinea pig, getting poked and prodded, measured and sized and evaluated because of complications and outrageously high hormone levels that aren't supposed to exist, getting personal calls from my doctor, leaving messages with nurses whose answer to my questions is offering to google it for me, etc. And nothing has been sane- nothing has been like it was before. I keep asking myself, "How do I get back to before? Or, am I supposed to get back at all? How do I go forward? Who am I now?" 
After weeks of praying things like, "Oh God, I don't want to be bitter!" and "What now, God? What do I do now?" I feel like I'm finally landing on my face where I belong. Because I don't know. I don't know what God is thinking, or why so many people around me seem to be facing darker sorrows than myself. And I don't know what I'm supposed be or how I'm supposed to feel. But I spent a long time in His Word and listening to people singing His praises this morning. And I read the following snippet from Joshua, which, in the strangeness that is my heart right now, God used to get something through to me. Maybe it won't make sense to anyone else, but it says everything I need to hear right now.
"My servant Moses is dead. Now then..." (Joshua 1:2)
And so I realize that today is my, "Now then..." Today I use every ounce of strength to get back up again. Whoever I am, whatever this all means, I can't stay here. And even though I don't know what God is thinking or doing, and I have zero vision for my future, I know I'm made to sing His praises, to bring Him glory. And for this little glimmer of hope, no matter how hard it is to see or grasp, I'm supremely thankful.
Natasha W.
"Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. 
Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me."
Psalms 51:10, 12


  1. Thank you for daring to be vulnerable.

    May God pour out His love upon you and paint a rainbow against the darkness. "The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it." ~John 1:5

    1. Thank you, Brittany. His healing has been amazing. He's been so faithful to bring refreshing and beauty and inspiration into my life in the last several days. Thank you for reading and reaching out. You're amazing.

  2. Beautifully and honestly written. I wish your words didn't describe my pain so closely, but I'm thankful for your vulnerability as well. I know God can use both of our openness and suffering for His glory if we let him! I'm soo glad to have a Godly friend like you in this time..I know your faith and perserverance will help strengthen mine. Loved getting together today! We will talk soon and you'll be in my prayers daily!!