a dichotomy of time

“There are two kinds of light –
the glow that illuminates,
and the glare that obscures.”

James Thurber

( melting clock, 1954, Salvador Dali)

It was almost 31 years ago and I was soon to turn 26.
I can remember it like it was yesterday.
It was around 9PM
I was just merging from the downtown connector onto I20—heading west,
It would be about an 80 minute or more drive home.
Mother had just recently turned 53.
She had been in the hospital now for about 4 weeks…
and they had finally just diagnosed her with an aggressive lung cancer
that had already metastasized throughout her body.

I was tired, weary and devastated but intent and focused on driving.
I spoke out loud in a wavering voice, flat and matter of fact…
“I know I’m probably going to mad at you before this is all over”
Because I knew none of this would go well and that when it was all over,
I would be left stripped bare of both heart and soul.
And I knew that in my eventual frustration, God would take the brunt.

I was correct.

I did get mad and also very lost…
for about the next 8 years, I was lost unto myself.
I was on a inward downward spiral turning my back away slowly
from a life sustaining relationship…
And at times I didn’t even realize what I was swirling down into….
Yet it took what seemed a lifetime of getting myself back together.
Seeking and needing both healing and Grace.

It came, slowly, painfully and almost devastatingly ending… but come it blessedly did.
Life like an onion–layer upon layer of stripping away self destruction.
Known to no one but myself.

Fast forward to last Saturday.

I’d spent the day with Dad.
Helping the caregiver clean him, bodily functions no longer self controlled,
as he withered with pain at each turn, touch and move.
Seeing more of poor ol’ Dad to last a life time…
I administered the morphine.
He had asked my son to bring him the movie Hacksaw Ridge because he wanted to see
it before he died.
We all sat together watching it.
I readied to head home as I was feeling sick.
Not the kind of sick from catching a bug but rather
a deep down inside sick.
I left them to their movie.

I felt the hot stinging tears fighting for release before I merged onto the interstate.

I made my way over to my far left lane when the flood started.
On and off it ebbed and flowed for my 75 minute drive home.
Sorrow mingled with the melancholy of recalled memories.

But the difference between Saturday and that lone night 30 years ago…

Time filled with a continuation of both healing and Grace.
Gone is that youthful resentment and anger.
Replaced rather by a solemn resignation and acceptance of the inevitable.
But not in a negative defeatist sense…
rather with a sense of determination while standing
in the face of the storm and knowing I won’t succumb to the maelstrom and tumult.

Feeling shored up by something greater than myself.

It is the now the reality of the ‘is what it is’ of living and dying.

Does it make any of this any easier?
It’s just a hard time.
Hard in a myriad of ways as there are many more involved that
require my attention, my decisions, my time, my words…
and there’s just not enough of me for all of the this and thats….

…and there are still those nagging ruptured discs, slowing me down.

Yet through all the tears and the stretching beyond imagine of this single self…
driving with the flow of the breakneck speeds, focusing on the road ahead
through swimming eyes, I feel a presence…not in some sort of otherworldliness…
but rather a steeliness that is silently yet relentlessly there…
ready to catch me when I finally let go, and fall—
because before it’s all said and done, I will fall…
There is this knowledge of a force which is allowing the heartbreak and overwhelming drowning
to flow,
all the while, being ready to steady me when the time finally comes.

And in that car on that late Saturday afternoon, I suddenly hear my own trembling voice…
uttering ancient words…
words of acknowledgement of the One to whom it is I cling….

“for you are my refuge, my portion…”

I cry to you, Lord;
I say, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”

Psalm 142:5

19 comments on “a dichotomy of time

  1. Lynda says:

    Julie, I’m weeping as I read this beautiful reflection on where your journey of life has brought you over the past several years. Yet these are tears filled with different thoughts and emotions as I recognize the strong faith that God has given you. You weathered the awful storm of your mother’s death at such a young age – you suffered through it but you learned where your strength lies – it lies in our Lord. May God’s love and mercy and grace be very real to you as you continue to walk through this very challenging time in your life. Blessings and prayers.

  2. Reblogged this on Talmidimblogging and commented:
    You’re a pillar of strength Julie, your Dad as well, God Bless you and yours, always!!

  3. atimetoshare.me says:

    Tears of joy for you and your journey. You’ve come a long way from those early years and have obtained a strong dependence on your Savior. We grow so slowly it seems, but God is doing the work in us, providing us with the strength we need in uncertain times. Hang on, my sweet, steel magnolia.

    • Thank you Kathy–this is such a roller coaster of good days and bad days– I keep marveling in all of this as to God’s timing– I’m glad He’s in charge cause otherwise I wouldn’t do a very good job myself 😬

      • atimetoshare.me says:

        Isn’t that the truth. Life is challenging, but I guess the things we face are minimal in the scheme of things. God didn’t think twice about what He did for us. Love you, my friend.

  4. I am awed by your ability to share your life story so elegantly. Prayers are continuing for you and your family..

  5. Julie, it is a continual joy to see how our great God and Savior works through our sufferings. You are a blessing to me and others as you are enduring these trials.

  6. Started crying at almost the very first words and cried all the way to the end. And as I write this I am still crying. You must, must, must someday when things have settled and life returns to some kind of normal consider finding a publisher. Your words need to be read, and I believe God wants them to be read because you are so very faithful and abiding in His love and caring. Love and hugs, N 🙂 ❤

  7. SLIMJIM says:

    Julie I pray the Lord sustain you.
    Man I don’t know if I can watch a war movie in such circumstances though but that’s another story for another day.

    • Thanks Jim—as you know Hacksaw Ridge certainly wasn’t just a war story but the story of one man’s determination of faith…It was really emotional watching his hard fraught journey with dad on his own hard fraught journey—so I cut out before the really fighting began, leaving Dad and my son to finish it—I’ll finish it one day when I’m feeling bit “stronger” 🙂

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