Sink or Fail

Written on February 12, 2014

She sits.

The mug is warm and full and fresh. White and foamy and new.

She thinks and she reads and she scribbles.

She pages and highlights and knows.

Be still and know that I am God.

She writes it in her journal, all scrawly and purple and earnest. Takes a sip.

The original Hebrew word for “be still” meant sink.

Sink and know that I am God. She writes this too, still scrawly and purple and earnest, enjoying the depth and layers that you find words wrapped in when you go into their original, literal meaning.

Okay.

She reads on, mug in both hands.

Another definition for this Hebrew word raphah is “fail”.

Fail and know that I am God. She puts the mug down and writes this as well, keeping with her habit of writing down the realizations as they come.

Wait.

Fail and know that I am God?

Really? She writes.

Fail?

Lifts the mug to her lips. Tiny, thoughtless sip. And back down.

Her fingers form the next thought before she has time to stop it.

And there it is.

I hate failing.

Can one know who God is without failing?

Failing.

Sinking.

That feeling in the summer. When you’re swimming. And you let yourself fall back into the water. And it feels good. The water swirls to cover you, and you float in the calm, and it’s cool and quiet and effortless and there’s a moment of complete calm.

But the panic. The need to breathe.

Sinking into God.

That sounds good. Releasing yourself into Him. He swirls and billows around you and you are safe and calm and invincible.

But what about the moment when it stops feeling safe and things don’t feel the way that they are supposed to and it’s wrong and you think you know what you should do and it seems like God is awfully quiet and honestly, these are people you’re dealing with and if you mess up, it will affect them in negative ways and you will be responsible and things are getting out of control and you haven’t prayed like you should and someone asks you a question and you have an answer that sounds pretty good and you have mulled over this problem in your head and you think you have got it figured out and you rush ahead and you deal with it and what you’re doing seems right and good and it is probably what God wanted you to do and why did He not give you a direct answer and you thought that in situations like this the answer would just kind of instinctively come to you and how does one know when they are going on their own ideas or when those ideas are planted by God and………

Fail.

Fail fail fail.

If she doesn’t sink into God, she will fail.

She feels stuck.

Stuck in all those times that she has barged her way through life.

Stuck because she knows what her problems and failures are, but she doesn’t know how to fix them.

Fail and know that I am God.

She has failed. But she so often forgets that God is God.

The thought of all the failing she has yet to do? All the things that she will do wrong? All the ways that she is not sure she is strong enough to change? Doesn’t know how to change?

It kills her.

She sinks to the panicky point. Where she needs to breathe, and she struggles, and can see the sunlight but not reach it.

She leaves her mug on the table- cold, mostly empty, and grey.

And days later, she is curled up on her bed, crying, because she cannot do this anymore. She hates it. She hates wanting to change, but never actually changing. She hates seeing problems, but not solving them. She hates being quiet instead of speaking. She hates not being able to talk to anyone about what she feels because she literally would not know what to say. She hates complaining when there’s not really anything to complain about. She hates that she spends all week with people, and then gets to the weekend and feels like she wants to be alone. She is scared because nothing is really turning out the way she thought it would. This is not what she had planned, and maybe that means it’s wrong. Doesn’t God give dreams and ambitions for a reason? Why is it starting to feel like she will never do the things that she always wanted to do? She hates sleeping instead of writing. She hates being less instead of more. She hates that her life seems to be producing… nothing. She hates feeling awkward. She wonders when and how and why she got so used to not talking. She hates being insecure instead of confident. She hates being jealous rather than content. Jealousy causes so many problems. It is never a good thing. She hates letting people down and being a disappointment. And what is this strange desire to go somewhere else? Like somewhere completely different? She doesn’t care if it’s on plane or in a car or even where it is- she would just like to go somewhere else. She hates always being a thought slower than everyone else. She hates wasting her time. She hates not knowing how to relax without feeling guilty about the work she hasn’t done yet. She hates that it is just all wrong. (Well, not quite everything is wrong.)

All this leads to many, many tears.

Days pass, and she finally reads it.

He led captivity captive.

She can’t be stuck in her sin and selfishness unless she chooses to be.

Because she is held captive by Freedom itself.

Those things that hold her and bind her and destroy her and make her despise herself? They are what is powerless and stuck. Not her.

They have nothing and offer nothing and are nothing when compared to her God.

She knows it.

And yet somehow she still has to learn it.

The Truth is overwhelmingly wonderful and it seems like she will never be able to believe it consistently and without a doubt and that is so discouraging. Rarely does she approach anything in her life with complete confidence, and then there is this one thing that she could be completely confident in, but she feels like she just doesn’t know how.

Will she never learn?

She writes and it feels like her writing has no meaning and she thinks “Okay. What do you want to say? What do you want people to get out of this?” and she can’t even figure that out. So if you feel like there is supposed to be a meaning to all this, she wishes there was. But the truth is, she doesn’t know what this all means and so there really is no concrete, definitive meaning behind it. She was hoping to get to the end and realize that she had subconsciously arrived at (stumbled upon) a satisfying, hopeful conclusion. Unfortunately, it didn’t work that way. She probably won’t even be brave enough to actually publish this post because GASP- then people would know how she felt/feels. And we just can’t have that. Perhaps in a few weeks when she is no longer feeling quite so much this way, it would be okay to share.

It’sarandomMonday!

Happy Family Day, everyone! In Floradale, it’s also “Big Item Garbage Day”. I can hardly handle the excitement of these two events happening to land on the same Monday.

And not only is it Family Day and Big Item Garbage Day- it’s also a Random Monday. I know. You will probably need to go to bed early tonight due to all the excitement. It’s a special Random Monday too! Random Monday- The Phone Edition.

Long story short, I take a lot of pictures on my phone, and I always find it interesting to look back through them.

We're nuts. We spend hours doing bulletin boards. It's the experiences like that that truly deepen our friendship.
We’re nuts. We spend hours doing bulletin boards. It’s the experiences like that that truly deepen our friendship.
BATTERY-OPERATED CHRISTMAS LIGHTS. YES. I LOVE THEM. I have eight whole strands of them. They make my life brighter. Hehe.
BATTERY-OPERATED CHRISTMAS LIGHTS. YES. I LOVE THEM. I have eight whole strands of them. They make my life brighter. Hehe.
We have the coziest times.
We have the coziest times.
If you realize that you've left your phone out in the car, and your boyfriend is going back out to do something anyways, and you ask him to bring your phone in, he will do it for you and your phone will have several selfies of him on it! Just a handy little trick for you. ;)
If you realize that you’ve left your phone out in the car, and your boyfriend is going back out to do something anyways, and you ask him to bring your phone in, he will do it for you and then your phone will have several selfies of him on it! Just a handy little trick for you. 😉
This is what happens when the teachers get to school and can't see the parking space lines because it's all snowy. It just made me smile at the end of the day.
This is what happens when the teachers get to school and can’t see the parking space lines because it’s all snowy. It just made me smile at the end of the day.
These are our "We love Ricky! (in entirely different ways)" faces.
These are our “We love Ricky! (in entirely different ways)” faces.
If you haven't gone on a sleigh ride with Kayleen... well, you have not truly been on a sleigh ride! She's very good at it. Sleigh rides are just generally pleasant experiences. I wish life was a sleigh ride.
If you haven’t gone on a sleigh ride with Kayleen… well, you have not truly been on a sleigh ride! She’s very good at it. Sleigh rides are just generally pleasant experiences. I wish life was a sleigh ride.
Children loving the snow on a beautiful winter day. They make me feel okay about all this winter.
Children loving the snow on a beautiful winter day. They make me feel okay about all this winter.
Embarrassing moment of the week: I was at Wal-Mart with Meg. And there was all this really yummy-looking Valentine's candy. So I decided to buy some! Cause who doesn't want to eat a chocolate x and o and x and o? But when I was paying for it, the cashier was putting it in the bag, but instead she accidentally dropped it.  And she was like "Oh! I'm sorry!" And I was like, "That's okay! I'm just going to eat it anyways!" I'm just going to eat it? Yup. I just admitted to buying my own Valentine's Day candy. I reached a whole new level of lame with that statement.
Embarrassing moment of the week: I was at Wal-Mart with Meg. And there was all this really yummy-looking Valentine’s candy. So I decided to buy some! Cause who doesn’t want to eat a chocolate x and o and x and o? But when I was paying for it, the cashier was putting it in the bag, but instead she accidentally dropped it. And she was like “Oh! I’m sorry!” And I was like, “That’s okay! I’m just going to eat it anyways!” I’m just going to eat it? Yup. I just admitted to buying my own Valentine’s Day candy. I reached a whole new level of lame with that statement.

(Phone edition ends here and becomes random in a regular sort of way.)

And random quotes that made me laugh:

“These unplanned pregnancies are so inconvenient.” -Dad (speaking of Blitz and her puppies)

“Jasmine should be in charge. The world needs someone like her. Someone who is not afraid to address relevant issues and ask questions like ‘Does salsa turn into maple syrup after 15 years?’. Someone who has been educated by the premier Christian educational institutes in Canada and the US- Countryside Christian School and Faith Builders.” -Kenton

“You are one sad puppy today. Are you going to be okay out in the big world? Don’t get stuck in a snow drift out there!” -Mom

We read Mr. Popper’s Penguins at school, and we reached the point where there starts to be eggs and little penguins, and one of my little questioners puts up her hand and says, “Are Greta and Captain Cook married?” I said that birds don’t actually get married… but it’s pretty much like they were married. She seemed satisfied with that. Thank goodness.

 

Have a lovely Family Day!

An Observation of Wendy Faye (and “The Mirror Song”)

Background: Well. It goes like this. Wendy had nothing to do, and she was being insane. So I sent her to my room and told her to pretend that she was me (so…. merely a different type of insane). I even let her have my phone, as I was washing dishes and couldn’t use it anyways. I discovered this video on my phone later, and it made me laugh. I particularly like “The Mirror Song”. You’ll know when you get there. It’s the main reason that I am posting this video. And just a warning: it’s a pretty catchy song. I often find myself singing it while I’m getting ready in the morning. So this video is an observation of Wendy. Unedited.