Undone is my least favourite part of pretty much everything, but I am especially aware of this discomfort in myself when I watch fairy tales with my kids. I love the set up, the falling in love with the characters, the introduction of a challenge and adventure. But when the villain appears, the circumstances darken, and the music gets intense, I want to skip to the happily ever after.
While watching
Onward with our kids last weekend, Charlize crawled into my lap as the
sun threatened to set before the kids could hug the father they had been
missing for a lifetime.
“I’m scared, Mama,” she whispered.
“Me too,” I whispered back. “But what do we need to remember about movies?” (We’ve had these conversations before…)
“It always turns out okay in the end.”
“Right,” I breathed back to myself, as much as to her, “Or else it’s not the end yet.”
The five-year-old-heart in me beats just as fast as hers as we wait for some measure of resolution. We share a longing for everything to be predictable, peaceful, and good. And the real world is just as hard on our idealist hearts as Disney is.
The thing is, there is no happily ever after. There is only ever happy moments, gifts for receiving in the midst of whatever is right now. I am undone fairly often when the illusion of happily ever after falls apart – again.
There is an irony here too, though. My whole life, Creator has been my favourite name for God. I stand in awe of a One who not only made everything that is, but who also delights in remaking it all constantly. There has never been a perfect sunrise or sunset, only a sun that rises and falls continuously. The mountains and the oceans seem so vast as to be unchanging, but they bear witness to shifts that take longer than the human imagination can fathom.
And every morning, I rise to see a God who is ever remaking my heart too.
They said the first year would be the hardest after Abbie was lifted both into and out of the earth. They were wrong. The first year was endless, unanticipated heart breaks, being undone out of nowhere and everywhere with all the first things without her. The second year was worse because the first time had no space for the permanence of it all.
But somewhere in this third year, the absences became filled with presence. Every dime, every mention of her name, every memory brought on by some unanticipated trigger – each brought her closer again. The undoing itself has become the remaking somehow.
The world is coming undone right now in some fairly significant ways. It is annoying and frustrating when it isn’t tragic and terrifying. I am far from alone in noticing how much a pandemic feels like grief. We are all losing something, and some far more than others.
I have lived through enough undoing to know that just making it through from one sunrise to the next can be a battle. While my idealist heart longs to skip to the end, my grieving heart knows that the end is a long way off, and the only way out is through.
Right here in the middle of what is, there are profound moments of happy. Singing happy birthday to a beautiful girl through a living room window. Two kids soaring for the first time on their bikes. Soup and buns to fill my growling stomach and my aching soul.
The trial, which had been set for June, has been postponed. And there are selfless, brave, beautiful humans working beside me in a hospital. I am only rarely as kind and hopeful a wife and mother as I long to be. And the sky flared purple just for me last night and I heard Abbie laughing in the wind.
Everything that is undone will be remade. But living through it is the hardest part. Go gently, dear ones. We are being remade, and creation is exhausting work.
Abbie changed her hair almost as often as her clothes. We moved her between houses and cities more than anyone else I have known. She allowed herself to be remade whenever her plans came undone. In the weeks before she died, she got her first pair of glasses, and the photo is a reminder to me that I can see her – and pretty much everything else in life – differently, if I must.
Until each of us reaches the final end of our lives, undone is not the end. It is the beginning and the middle of the remaking. If it isn’t okay, then we aren’t at the end yet. I am watching out for you today, Abbie, with my heart ready to be remade.
Creator, may our undoing remake us more tender than hard.
Thank you for your uplifting message. My heart resounds in your true explanation of life. May you and your family continue to be blessed.
Thank you, Leah. Thank you, Abbie. My spirit resonates. Lately I’ve been thinking that if life were a book, I’d so want to skip over the chapter I/we are in right now to find out what happens next. Thankfully, it doesn’t work that way. Did I say thankfully? Maybe I’m not always quite so thankful.
Blessings on you and all the family!
You never cease to amaze me and say just what I need to hear. Thank you Leah.
Beautiful!!
Thank you Leah!
Though I do not know anyone in Nova Scotia, my heart has been hurting since the horrific news started being reported. Your words about healing are encouraging. It takes time, but it does come. My father died eight years ago tomorrow. I miss him and think of him every day, but without the tears – he is with me and I know he would be proud of me. Blessings to you and your family in this Easter season. Stay safe.
My twin and I loved to spend the summer making forts in our grandparents backyard. They were undone every evening and the joy was re-making them even better the next day. God is near dear One.
This is so lovely. Thanks, Deb!
Big Hugs Leah to you & yours.
Your words always touch a special place in my heart.
We all know we are not alone.
You speak into what resonates most truly in us…thanks Leah for sharing soulfully and tenderly the grief, sunrise, laughter and hope for being undone and made new.
This allowed me to weep. The undoing and creating speaks to my heart in a way I didn’t know I needed right now. Thank you for your bravery in sharing this.
Leah, beautiful writing.
It reminded me of the fear I experience from time to time when things in the universe are ‘out of order’ and the compelling need to make them right again. There is always comfort in knowing we are not alone.
Thinking about you 💜