“So I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten,
the crawling locust, the consuming locust, and the chewing locust…”
Driven from my home I drive round it in circles. Threatened with a TRO (temporary restraining order) I am forced to leave. Numb and confused I call a friend for advice. Checking into a cheap hotel that boasts a pool---a plot of dirt, avoiding the hotel boasting rooms by the hour. “How long will you be with us?” Hotel to hotel, one night grows to three weeks.
Our life calendars are marked by cataclysmic crisis; pre-Covid, after the divorce, before the baby, during the cancer. Life is lived segment by segment, season into season; childhood, college, that first job, first love, that fast (impractical for a family) car.
Memory is achromatic. Seeing experience as only black. Perceiving periods as pitch-dark. Not seeing ‘the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows.” That period was less a punch to the gut than it was a hollowness of the gut; feeling numb—which is no feeling at all.
From the detritus of crystalline wings springs new life. A
new season. Grasshoppers gnawed the first marriage to the root. A season of
singleness and necessary soul work. Separation from the daughter burst into
rich relationship that continues into her adulthood. New friendships and
enriched older ones. Then the greatest surprise; the friend that is my wife ten
years into these healing years.
God’s heart for us is that we are not depressed and distressed
by the swarm. Life isn’t always driving circles in the dark. The grasshoppers
will move on. The air will clear. Soul and seeds survive. In the light we will
see what the strong hand of love was working in the shadows.
2 comments:
Absolutely beautiful!! I loved this.
light in the darknes👍
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