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The Missing Piece

1/8/2015

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With shaking hands I share with you the feeling that something’s missing. It’s not, of course, that I don’t love my kids. It’s not that I wish to spend my days apart from them, as I had to before, when I worked, though sometimes I definitely long for some space. It’s not that I’m ungrateful for this life. We have so much I couldn’t envision for so long—so much more than I knew to hope for. I know any part of it or all of it could be snatched away in an instant and that would be no more unfair than the fact that I have it in the first place.  It’s just that something’s missing.

Remember the book and wildly popular subsequent movie Eat, Pray, Love? I never read the book, but I hated the movie. The protagonist was so self-centered, so entitled, I thought. She couldn’t find joy and contentment with the perfectly comfortable life she had. “First world problems,” I’d scoffed. 

Now I’m feeling hypocritical. I KNOW how fortunate  and blessed I am. I breathe thanksgiving in and out. But I also sometimes wonder if it’s a mistake to refer to these gifts as “blessings.” Would I be any less blessed in a different house? With different children? In different circumstances? If one of us falls sick, if the job goes away, does that diminish God’s provision in my life? I don’t think it does. I think we measure in the currency that we know, but that doesn’t mean it’s the way God does.

Regardless, I am thankful for this loving, understanding husband who (at this time) has been able to provide so amply for our family, who truly is my partner.  I’m thankful for this spacious retreat that I really do love, for all its needed updates. I’m in awe of our beautiful children—overwhelmed with love and joy that I get to mother them, for all the tantrums and fighting and learning we’re all doing, and for all the lost sleep. 

These other feelings are there though, too, around the edges. I’ve been fighting them, but here’s the thing: I think they get to stay. I don’t think they diminish the others. So often I’ve said life seems to me to be a lot of “and,” not so much “or.”  We live in so much of this tension every day and, for me, choosing to rage against it isn’t often as productive as learning to wade through it. 

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So I can love my family and our life together-- fiercely-- and still be lonely, in this house with my kids yelling at each other every day. I can do this while still wondering if I’ll ever have friends like the ones I made in college, like the ones I see others have. Will friendships ever be at once deep and meaningful and fun and easy again? Or is that asking too much, at least for this season? I can be grateful for my ability to be home with my children while still wondering if this is all there is for me right now.

I know it’s just a season and that seasons always change-- that it's already changing.  I know it will be over before I know it, and I don’t wish for time to pass quickly. Still it’s the longest season I’ve had feeling this way. I am still able to see so much beauty so clearly my eyes sting and my heart wells daily. But I’ve started thinking it’s not realistic or fair to expect that gratitude means never feeling restless.

I can stuff down the feeling  but there it remains: Something is missing. In my heart I know I am doing work with eternal significance. Feeding and tending to and nurturing and teaching and leading my small children is of the utmost importance. I am grateful for the chance to give it my full attention. Feathering this nest is not inconsequential.  But at the end of these days sometimes my tired soul sighs, “Is this it?” Is this my calling? It doesn’t feel like this is all there is. I know I can’t be the only one muddling through this.
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I can see the pieces but not the whole: I need to write. I want to reach. I want to minister. Quite frankly, I miss making money. I want to connect. I don’t want to work in the capacity I always have. I feel like there are threads that promise a vague hope, but I can’t manage to weave them together—there’s space in the middle that seems too vast for me to bridge.

So I’m praying and seeking, but it’s not just that. I’m challenging myself to do my part. I’m vowing to put my oxygen mask on before assisting others—vowing to write, to read, to seek and surround myself and my loves with beauty and wonder.  To take care of my body and my soul along with all of theirs. I’m praying to see beyond my children’s behavior to their real and precious selves. I’m praying to see beyond my moods and discontent to my real and precious self—to remind myself that this girl is a treasure beloved by God. I’m trying to trust that He knows my heart, that He knows and cares about the things that feel life affirming to me and that maybe there’s a plan I just can’t see; maybe all those threads aren’t random, and maybe they’ll be connected in due time. I’m praying to be a blessing in this sorting, to see the next right thing and to have the courage to do it.

If you’ve felt this way too— if you know the longing present even in the midst of joy— please don’t stuff it down. Don’t put it on the shelf for sometime “after.” Please raise your hand. It’s hard for me to remember all the reasons making space for myself is important. I’d love to encourage you, and your presence alone would encourage me. Join me in the tension of contentment and restlessness. I don’t know what we’ll find. It feels awkward and uncharted, but it doesn’t have to be lonely.

3 Comments
Jay Divine
1/9/2015 03:21:41 pm

Very nice, CC. Have you read Anne Lamott? She is almost as good as you are.

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Christina link
1/9/2015 04:24:38 pm

What a wonderful (if a *touch* hyperbolic) compliment, Jay! She is one of my favorites.

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Bethany
1/12/2015 06:36:51 am

I've definitely been there! Ironically, those feelings were the strongest as we adjusted to life with 3 kids. I'm praying you see those random threads connect in a way only the Lord can do!

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