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Road to Contrition

February 4, 2019 By Anne Warner 2 Comments

Due to procrastination and a lack of communication I was anxious and alone on an otherwise serene night. The anxiety became anger and then in my anger, I sinned. My anger, or at least frustration, was justified but where it went next was not. I texted wildly, typing words I never would have spoken. Words I could not delete from his phone or retract from his mind.

I texted how I felt but then didn’t stop. I went on to make accusations rooted in fear. My pain and insecurities had taken a subtle and vengeful turn that I hardly noticed. All too often we fashion glistening daggers out of our pain, offer poison fruit we’ve watered with the soft gentle rains of our resentment. Too often we continue the cycle of hurt because we feel entitled to feel it. We don’t break the cycle because we’d rather indulge in playing the victim. And here (we think) we reign, all cozy and victorious.

So fast forward through a day of agonizing silences, awkward conversations and arguments that don’t see resolution anywhere between here and any given Great Lake. And then there is a breakthrough, an idea of how to go on. We find a life raft of forgiveness that we both flop into and just lay there, exhausted.

The next day is spent trying peace on for size. We practice calmly being in each others presence. We both end up on the deck reading, we attempt a stupid-hard pilates video. Still a glum fog of disappointment about our shared hurts, about how hard it is to love someone you know so well, about the back-breaking weight of marriage shrouded most everything on another beautiful day.

This is Sunday, the third day. I was ready to march my newly contrite heart into that sanctuary and worship. We were, however, made late by a seven-year-old who didn’t want to wear shoes that fit but did want to lock herself in her room and stand her ground. Until she didn’t, and then she wanted to change her outfit. She was still brooding in the service. She sat during worship when all the Jesus-loving mamas want their kids up and out of their seats singing. But I wasn’t going to pick a fight. I was going to sing.

And then while lifting our voices I noticed the cellist up front. I pointed her out to my daughter but had to lift her up to see. Then came a realization: this is what God was doing for me a few days ago. Jesus lifts me right up, even while I’m still in my anxious, ugly funk. While I’m inward and angry and hurting someone I love, he lifts me so I can see. Even as I’m knee-deep in the muck of my dirtiest trick he loves me. 

After my daughter saw, she started singing and I didn’t want to put her down. I just wanted to sing with her even though she was too heavy to hold. I wanted her close because I was learning in that moment that I was just like her. In my sin God lifts me up out of myself and draws me nearer because he wants me to see something. And then we end up singing together, and even though I’m a bit off key, its beautiful music to God.

Now this is not to say I’m like godlike, but in Christian parenting there are moments when you’re telling your child something, but also thinking about how this is what God is trying to tell you.  Exasperated, I’ll say something like “Why can’t you just listen and do what I say? There is a reason why I’m asking for you to do something even if you don’t know what that reason is.” 

Hmmmm.

Once in a while my soul takes note of the words as I say them. I know I’m not alone in getting these insights because my mom has told me the same thing has happened to her on occasion. It’s divinely creative, this soulful awareness, the way these parallels are pointed out to us, the way we receive this wisdom. We are somehow living breathing allegories, fables,parablesof the lessons we also must learn.  

Oh blessed Holy Spirit, these moments are not lost on us.  

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Comments

  1. Mary-Katherine Rogers says

    February 4, 2019 at 10:30 am

    And all the people said, “Amen.”

    Reply
  2. Carolyn Dillon says

    February 6, 2019 at 11:56 pm

    what a great – and humbling – post. thank you for this

    Reply

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