I got shingles over the Easter break.
I totally believe Elisabeth Elliot – that we’re not laid aside by illness, but called aside for stillness – but I didn’t get the stillness memo the first time so the shingles reared its painful head for round two.
A stress-related illness is humbling evidence that I don’t trust God with, say, the tension of publisher deadlines and other broken bits of ordinary life. So in the stillness (kind of), three big Doing Words circled and landed.
I’m addressing them all to me. I think they could be game-changers.
Rebel against the martyrdom culture that wears busyness like a badge of honour. Thinly masked self-pity is like bad makeup. It makes me look old. And Paul said that as someone who loves Jesus, I should be getting younger and younger. For real.
Rebel against bad language. There are lots of very raw, very real reasons to be stressed. There are also lots of ways I talk myself into it. I reiterate my anxiety and rehearse my complaints until my language shapes me and I start to live as frenetically as I describe myself to be.
Rebel against false guilt, which says I’m a slacker because surely I’m not doing or being or carrying as much as so many others. (Except, no one’s even watching my life all that closely. Only God. Would I feel as guilty – or be as stressed – if I really lived for an audience of One?)
Rebel against trudging forward in exhausted half-steps because resting is so lame. Truth is? Resting feels like three steps back, but it may give me a dozen strides forward. And I’ll do whatever it takes – heck, I’ll even rest! – to be a better version of me.
C.S. Lewis described believers as ‘glorious ruins.’
Wrecked, damaged, fickle and flawed. But loved, redeemed and renewed, with eternity in our hearts. Despite our roofless walls and crumbling arches, we possess an unearthly, incongruent beauty, because of how the light shines through the cracks in our capacity.
I need to learn to balance the earthly and the eternal. The limitless God who spoke out light and split the sea lives in limited me. His infinite creativity, infinite love, dwells in my finite heart and mind.
It is what it is, and what it is, is a mystery.
There isn’t ever a day when I have it all together. But I have Him, and that makes an altogether beautiful difference.
In her book, Breaking Busy, Alli Worthington writes:
When God created us, he created us with a limitless capacity to love others and a limitless ability to stretch our talents to be used for his glory. He also created us with a body that needs rest, and he placed us in a universe that has a limited number of hours in each day. When we operate under the belief that we can do it all, we’re forgetting how God wants us to rely on him. We’re adding so much extra ‘noise’ to our lives that we can’t hear his voice speaking our true calling. (page 37)
After hockey practice this week, Cameron (visually impaired) told me some of the boys don’t want him on their team, ‘because then they will definitely lose the match.’ He was more matter-of-fact than indignant, and I was grateful that he loosened his words right there in the school car park, instead of leaving them tightly heart-wedged.
He said, ‘I guess I don’t really blame them, ‘cause I do kind of suck.’
I told him he was super brave even to try, and that we’re more concerned about his heart than his hockey. I want him to know that God doesn’t put up with him or me or any of us out of pity, irritation or obligation, but that He reaches out and picks us for the team and no one can kick us off.
So much stress thaws out warm when we accept that we’re accepted. When we remember that we’re not loved because we’re worthy; we’re worthy because we’re loved.
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Have a good week. There is always hope.
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I’ve been following your blog for a while and I want to thank you for the time you spend in writing. It so often inspires my heart to desire God and godliness in a busy but beautiful world.
May I maybe use some of your blog posts in my cell? I’m a cell leader of 6 ladies and I was wondering if I can maybe print them your post about surrendering your will and declaring your dependance. If you are not comfortable with it, I will most definitely respect your will.
Kind regards Kristien Gouws 0845504293
Absolutely, Kristien! My heart’s desire is to bless and encourage as many as possible with the truth that there is hope, wisdom, courage and community available to us all in Jesus. You’re so welcome to share the posts. Love Dalene
My love to you – plus a deep understanding of this malady which we share. God tried very hard with me with an ongoing stress related illness but it took MAJOR surgery to finally get me to point 3 and let go of control.Not easy when little people are depending upon mama but it is strangely freeing when one finally does the 3 steps and allows the enforced stillness to enter one’s spirit. Thanks for this as I have JUST had this chat with a fellow sufferer an hour ago
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Thanks my friend! Feel like I fail at resting every day, but really asking God to teach me; also to find ways to BE RESTFUL even when the boys are busy and depending on me, etc. Appreciate your love and understanding! xxx
My husband is most grateful for the content of your thought as he is of the opinion the Lord specifically meant it for him.
Wow Ronel, that’s so great.. Bless you guys! x
I am utterly convicted by your three words. Thank you. Some things are going to change for me. Pursuing ‘rebellion’ from here on! 😉
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Ha! I am so glad! Here’s to the right sort of rebellion! Every blessing to you!
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