“The afternoon knows what the morning never thought of.”
-Robert Frost

“Fall apart” is something I don’t like to do. Saying “I need help,” or the word, “limitation,” just doesn’t flow out of my mouth easily.

Some might call this pride. Others might call it perfectionism. And even others might call it, albeit strange, “amazing.” We live in a culture that prides itself on being superhuman. Anyone who spins ten plates at the same time is seen as a superior multitasker. Highly ambitious. Incredibly empowered. In Christian circles, we view this person as a saint.

“Isn’t she incredible? How does she handle it all?”

I thrive on hearing those words.

Until June 1, 2013.

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Sometimes it takes falling apart to see exactly how or what loosened the mortar. Sometimes we find we are responsible for the how & the what.
As unpleasant as it is when it happens, one cannot help but appreciate these times
for what you learn serves as a beacon.
-Colleen Truscott Fry

Just 28 days before my lovely daughter’s wedding, I fell apart. Only my husband, my other daughter, Candace, and the creatures living in a vast field in Suffolk, knew about it.

On the way home from dinner with friends, I felt myself spiraling down a very dark hole. There had been quite a bit of tension between Rob and I before dinner and it just didn’t go away. Due to the intense pressures on me, Rob and I really had little time together. Our connection was hanging on by a thread and the thread was about to snap. I married one of the most patient men in the world, but even the best have a limit.

I was finding it very difficult to even try to have a normal conversation, as I was spent. All I really wanted to do was be alone. Sleep. Forget about everything that had to be done. I had a very strong suspicion the evening wasn’t going to end well.

I know the signals.  Exhausted from nine months of a new role as care giver to my Mom, which involved: three major surgeries (and the many, many tests, doctor visits, research, hospital and rehabilitation stays/coordination, pharmacy trips, medical store/equipment ordering, etc., etc., etc.), a major move from her apartment (which involved researching options of Assisted Living facilities, filing for an Aid & Assistance Program from the government, packing/dispersing/cleaning the old apartment, buying new furniture, etc. for the new, very small, room) and oh so much more…

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In the midst of it all, I was diagnosed with an INFILTRATIVE BASAL CELL CARCINOMA by my very astute doctor and underwent MOHS surgery, requiring reconstructive surgery immediately after the removal. A nice skin graft (only a hint of sarcasm here) requiring 14 stitches along my left ear, to help cover the incision. Praise to God, though, because it required far less removal than initially anticipated. I truly believe that was a direct answer to prayer and a big hug from my Heavenly Father. It could have been far worse. Nevertheless, I couldn’t believe they actually made me wear that stitched on PUFF for 8 days. That is subject matter for the next post!

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On top of this, I had a benign (thank God) tumor extracted from my left neck and fractured my left lower tooth, requiring even more dental work/crown, etc. Something about the left side of my physical being. Thoughts?
And, did I mention the UTI (ugh) that came with this as well? Can I hear an amen to, “Caregiving isn’t for sissies?”

It takes a lot for this to happen to me. But, a lot is exactly what pushed me over the edge.

“Pull over,” I cried. “Right here. I need to get out of the car.”

“No way,” Rob insisted. “We’re going somewhere to talk.”

“Please pull over,” I pretty much commanded, for lack of another word. “Right here. Right now.”

Before he could even fully stop the car, I opened the door and started walking.

I walked for almost 2 1/2 hours. Round and round and round the vacant field (that I have been known to walk and pray in) I walked.

Dusk came. The night fell. I walked. I felt a strong Forrest Gump run-across-the-country brewing.

I walked some more. Prayed. Cried out to the God I know and love. But, for some odd reason, at this exact time in my life, felt very far away and very silent, at the time.

The key word: felt.

In “wilderness times,” as the Bible refers to a difficult period in our lives, God will feel far away. Distant. Eerily quiet.

In these times, the danger is to rely on our feelings. Our emotions. Oh, what a dangerous mistake.

In these times, the danger is to rely on ourselves. Our seeming superhuman capacity to do it all. Handle it all. Be everything for everybody. Oh, what a dangerous mistake.

We will all have these times in our lives when the world seems very very harsh. I haven’t met one person who can’t relate. I’ve listened to their stories, many of which are far worse than my own.

Yet, this is my story.

I’m happy to report that I didn’t walk across the nation, no, I returned home. I came to my senses. God helped me walk through the despair (or whatever it was) until I reached a renewed state of mind.

Wise author, Jamie Buckingham, in his brilliant work, “A Way Through the Wilderness,” coins this experience best:

The first reaction to any wilderness is withdrawal. The pain of losing a loved one, the shock of losing a job, the deep disappointment of being betrayed by someone you love, all then to drive us into deep withdrawal. Invariably our first reaction is, ‘Leave me alone.’ God understands this. He also understands our even greater need to be part of a family–to be touched by loving hands, held by loving arms. Thus, into every wilderness experience of ours, God sends special messengers to minister to us.

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As I turned the corner on the final stretch of my wilderness walk, I felt a car slowly approaching behind me.

“Get in,” Rob smiled.

“No, I’ll walk home,” I said. I needed to finish what I had started. Needed just a few more minutes.

Upon returning, I saw my daughter’s face and wished I could change things. But, I had to remember: It’s okay to fall apart.

The rest of the night passed. Rob gave me space.

The next morning, I stayed home from church to reconnect to not only God, but myself. Breathe in some solitude.

When Rob came home, we finally had that long-awaited talk. He held me and let me cry. He became the strong shoulder I have always been able to rest upon.

He let me fall apart, but then made sure I didn’t stay in that place.

My prayer for you, today, is that your eyes be watching and waiting for that special messenger, your very own strong shoulder, to walk into your wilderness. I know they will come.

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I found this card and bought it for myself. It now resides inside my He(Art) Journal where I can remember the care and concern of my Heavenly Father the night I fell apart. Rest assured, God is the MASTER of helping us put it all back together. The greatest part of it all is that it is always better.

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