Ahh… the dreaded fluffy dandelion that dots our yard every year. I can mow (which is great therapy for me) and within an hour they appear. Resiliency at its finest, right? I cannot even begin to count the number of these fuzzy delights I have been handed by a bright-eyed child and asked to make a wish and blow! I have never, ever been capable of blowing all of the fuzzy bits off in one breath. Seriously. But even as a kid myself, I tried and I wished, as I did every single birthday, I kept the wishes to myself, because if you tell — well, then it won’t come true. Right?
As I have meandered the path of loving addicts, raising grands, and building a relationship with a child who has been incarcerated for almost a decade, I have found that I am becoming tired. I can put on a good face. I can heartily face the challenges as they arise (and boy do they arise). I can live with the oft-sought peace that passes understanding that is an art that I have had to hone … but I have hit a wall, I’m afraid.
Here is my dilemma … I am faced with a circumstance involving my two children who have struggled with addictions and incarceration. For anyone who has read my posts before, you know that I can say with not an ounce of self-pity, that it has been a decade since I have been able to physically touch these two adult children of mine, nor have I celebrated any holiday or birthday with the two of them together in that time. Yet, I have learned how to live my life. I have found joy in all kinds of things … I have learned how to trust God and the fact that He loves my children even more than I do. I have learned to practice what my Granny used to preach, “You are only responsible for yourself.” Years ago I stopped making excuses for decisions that were made that were not mine. They are not my responsibility. I have worked extraordinarily hard (most of the time) to uplift these two when I have been able. I have supported them emotionally, even when my insides screamed. I (and our CEO) have taken in and loved and raised the two oldest grands while assisting them albeit delicately in rebuilding a relationship with their mother. I move forward constantly. Every moment of every day, lest I sit down and thoughts crowd in.
Now, however, there is a sliver of light. A small sliver, but one present nonetheless. The tunnel which has seemed so long and dark for so long is now gathering a bit of light, much like the sky begins to lighten ever so slightly as the sun prepares its entrance. You know that moment when you are up early and you look outside and suddenly realize the shadows have lightened, and you can see the beginning of the new day. I love that time of day. I see that sliver of light, that ever-lightning of the sky around me, and yet, yet, I am scared to death.
Maybe someone who has not lived so long and loved so fiercely the addict, or inmate, or wayward child would not understand. Maybe there are way too many of us out there who know exactly how I feel. I so desperately want to be hopeful. I want to grab onto hope and cling to it, all the while floating on my “faith” life raft. Taking those surveys regarding the talents and/or gifts that God bestowed on us … I score the highest in faith. Hmm. Okay, I get that. If not for my faith I would not be able to draw a breath. That is not hyperbole. That is a fact. I do not believe in coincidences. I believe in God’s providence. I believe in Jeremiah 29:11 which tells us God has a plan for us – each and every one of us.
But then hope comes along and it gets muddy. I want to hope. I want to hope that my daughter is released from prison within the next few months. I want to hope that my son will remain in the intensive drug court program he was miraculously granted … I want to hope in tangible things and I know that’s not what I am supposed to do. Am I simply practicing wishful thinking? I told my “oldest” (our joke) friend a few months ago how I was feeling; knowing that each of these miracles was within our grasp and yet I was not able to be excited. I couldn’t look forward to plans or bear to have thoughts of what it would be like if they were both home. She summed it up beautifully when I told her I was afraid to hope … she informed me that hope is an elusive ****. Yeah, I won’t type it, but you get it. And she hit the nail on the head for me. I am sorry if those reading this are disappointed in me, or think I’m small in stature when it comes to my Christian faith but I am human.
I know that I am not supposed to hope for tangible things. I understand that for Biblical purposes, hope is an expectation with certainty that God will do what he has said. Hope “sets the goal for your faith.” But how, as humans, do we not hope for the tangible? How, as a mom, do I not look at the situations both of my children are in and NOT hope that: she is released and acclimates to society and her family; and, he continues with and successfully completes drug court. They both deserve a happy, healthy life. Their children deserve them to have a healthy, happy life. God planned for them to have a healthy, happy life.
But I cannot hope for those things. I just can’t. I am afraid it will hurt too much. I find it very difficult to allow myself to envision my children being close to me and each sober. My heart, at this late stage of the “game”, is really heavy. I don’t dwell and dawdle, and only the few who know me well understand my silent battle, but it’s harder for me now than it was except for the very beginning of my daughter’s incarceration in the federal system. Crazy, right?
I ride the roller-coaster sometimes that they buy the tickets for and I am suddenly weary of that. I want normalcy, whatever that is. For almost a decade, this has been my norm … I am ready for a change. I want God to continue moving in mighty ways. I want to stop pining for “my wishes” and to focus on what my hope should be set on … God’s promises. For a hope and a future. To grow and prosper us. To have known us before He knit us in our mother’s wombs. To have prepared a place for us to dwell for eternity … in Heaven … where all of our scars, both seen and unseen, will cease to exist.
I am learning how to use a new Bible app on my phone. I find that God is working on me. He wants me to understand the relationship between faith and hope. I’m not sure I am prepared for the lessons and will say that thus far – as my cynical nature would say – things have not surprised me. That slow crawl to the apex of the roller coaster leads to that swift downward rush and I have experienced those in the past 6 weeks concerning both of my children and my desires for their future. To get a phone call that says – again – he’s in custody, et he seemed different. He seemed remorseful this time. He seems humble – means God is working, means my child is still alive, means my child has another chance to live out the story God has written. To know that a need for contraband cost another child weeks, hopefully not months, before her release is a hard pill to swallow, especially when looking into the eyes of her children and her grandparents. These are things I tuck away. These are moments I can’t just scream aloud, in concert with the screaming on my insides. These are moments that I pray and I have faith God is working His plan and I hope … I just am not always sure what I am hoping for. But I’m learning … and maybe what I am learning can help someone, much like me, who is just trying to make it through the jungle we got dropped into with armor that can protect us from the minefield we are trudging through.
Ephesians 6:10-18
10 Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. 11 Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. 12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14 Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15 and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16 In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.
18 And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lord’s people.
And hope, right? Always hope, because it NEVER fails. Maybe wishful thinking will evolve into hope.