Quick rehash: My ability to communicate in verbal form is far, far inferior than my ability to write. Writing is clear and concrete and speaking is this horrific Gordian knot of nonsense. Part of the problem is my inability to emote correctly. Excitement? I can do that. Outrage? Sure! Comedy? Hands down. Anything else? LOL, no. It’s not happening, I don’t know how to express myself, shut up, go away.
Rehash part two: This blog is super melodramatic (I realize that’s a redundant superlative. Deal with it). But that’s because I don’t express myself well in real life. If it can’t be communicated by hollering or sarcasm, it’s not happening. I’m sure you’re beginning to see a thread of continuity here. Anyway: things are not all doom and gloom in the real world, because I am actually a super light-hearted, witty joy to be around.
Now that we’ve laid that bit of context, we come upon the crux of the problem. I am often burdened to tell certain people certain things. It feels like someone has literally given me words to say and I HAVE to say them. I didn’t come up with this thought, but there it is and it needs to come out. But those things are normally very serious and personal and emotional. As a counselor, I can occasionally get away with crap like that. As a normal human being, the situation can be a bit trickier. Not everyone is ready to have deep truth poured into their life out of the blue while sorting their mail. I, technically, am not always ready to be pouring that truth.
Sometimes I get a bit of a reprieve because I can text the little truth bomb to the recipient. It takes some of the pressure off because they can process on their own time. Or they don’t have to make eye contact with me while I say it (maybe I’m the only weirdo who can’t handle prolonged eye contact, but it’s WAY more intrusive to look someone in the eyes than to see them naked. I’m weird. Who’s surprised?). Or they can discard it without further thought because it was just a text. It’s less formal than being taken by the hand, stared into and then receiving what may actually be gibberish or deeply moving.
I’m fairly certain these things come from God, if possibly rather indirectly through accumulated knowledge and intuition. Which makes it more pertinent for me to share. But it’s still very embarrassing, because changing the emotional mood of a room can be so tricky. What if they’re not ready to hear? What if I have entirely misread the whole situation/struggle/interpretation?
That being said, I have some words because I’m too much of a coward to share them in person and I can’t find the right time to say them. This is my problem, not yours, and I’m sorry I don’t have the guts to say this in person. But I love you and hope you hear them at some point anyway.
Message The First:
I see you. I know how hard you’re working to keep everything together. To not forget anything. To be strong and efficient and on top of everything. And I see you telling yourself truth and working not to borrow trouble from tomorrow. But I also know it’s scary.
It’s scary enough from my position and he’s not my husband. I haven’t lived with him for several decades.
I just want you to know that I think you’re doing so well. And thank you for being willing to be honest with me about how it’s all going. I want you to know you don’t have to be brave for me or any of the rest of us. We want to support you where you need to be supported. You don’t have to have a game face to protect us.
I want you to remember that Jesus was so distraught in the garden that he sweated blood. That accepting God’s will, trusting Him, doesn’t always look like a big smile and straight back. That God has space for your fear too. He gets it. He’s been there. And He knows you’re trusting Him even with your doubts and your tiredness and you desire to really feel like you believe Him.
I want you to know that He’s proud of you. Period. End of sentence. He does not require a reason or a list of activities to merit His love or favor. You got it. It’s done.
Message The Second:
You make me laugh so much. But I also recognize that humor is our armor, our protection. It keeps us from being vulnerable and it also hides our fears and secrets from those we love. I often worry that if people saw the ugliness inside of me they wouldn’t love me anymore. Even worse, I’m afraid they’ll be so scared they won’t trust me with myself. But I can handle it. The sad part is, so can they. And they never get to help me with my burdens because I don’t show them.
All that to say, I’m sorry I can’t have a more serious conversation with you. Know that I will laugh and be stupid with you whenever you want. I don’t mind. I want you to be happy and comfortable and if that’s the price, I’ll gladly pay it.
But I do want you to know that no matter what you choose or what happens, I love you. And not because you fed me ice cream and sodas and magical breakfasts and took me for rides in Corvettes but because of all the things of who you are: good or grouchy. Which means that even if (and when) this gets bad, I’m not changing my mind. I still choose you.
I want you to know that this is your choice. Yes, we are all going to be affected by whatever you choose. But ultimately, it’s up to you. And I want to challenge you to make your choice out of love, not fear. Not fear of being a burden. Not fear of the pain. Not fear of needing help or looking weak or feeling out of control. Don’t let fear of what could or will happen keep you from what you truly want to do.
I want you to know that when someone loves you, you automatically become a weight on their soul. That weight keeps them grounded and it makes you a burden. But you cannot positively impact someone without having weight in their life. If you ever become “a burden” it is only because we have made the choice to have you in our lives. We want you here. And therefore your life will impact us. And that’s okay. Our lives impact you, too.
So please know that whatever happens in the next few months, I’ve made my choice. And my choice is because I love you. I choose to support you in whatever you decide to do. I love you. For all of you. Forever.