a surrender - 66

(Continuing "a surrender", chapter eight, "where is God?") 

No.

No! I was wrong then? Then what was he? Tell me that, what was he? Was he a liar? Him? He was truth itself and no one knows it as I do. Was he a fool? Proud, hopeful, overreaching—weak? Is that what demons of hell screamed and ran from? No. He was the one, he was everything, he was the very son of God and they killed him. And now the world is dark and empty but I’ll tell you one thing—I don’t care if he’s dead, I’m his—they can kill me too if they want but I’m his.

And I will always be.

That’s the sun. I can go now. I can go to him.

I did wonder during that time of confusion and grieving if we were wrong about God’s help. It took us a while before we felt ready to try again, and then when we did, it didn’t work. The first time, she had gotten pregnant so quickly. But now, month after month after month the blood came, dashing our hopes. I could make no sense of it. Never give up, that’s what they say. And we didn’t give up, we kept trying. And kept trying. But each time Heather gave me the sad news, I grew more unsteady. I was feeling less and less sure about this. Did we want to start our family this way, pushing and pushing, like it was something we were going to achieve by relentless, unyielding determination? That’s not how we had made it this far. We had made it this far by the power of God, taking each step as it was set before us, a beautiful, generous gift. So when Heather finally suggested that maybe we should stop trying, it sounded right.

“Never give up” might be good practical advice in life, but it’s not faith. Faith is a surrender. It’s the farthest thing from relentless, unyielding determination. It’s a prayer you say when you’re on your knees. Like Jesus was, that dark, lonely night before he was arrested. “Not my will, but yours be done.”

In the days after the miscarriage, I wrote the words of a song in my journal. It was sung by Lacey Sturm, powerfully, loudly, and I remember crying as I heard her shout:

Here you are 
down on your knees again
Trying to find air to breathe again 
Only surrender will help you now

See
and believe

I think it was important for me then to give up, to stop pushing. It was important for me to stop trying to decide what should or shouldn’t be happening. That wasn’t for me to decide. And it was important for me to stop trying to make sense of the loss and the pain. Because I couldn’t make sense of it, no matter how hard I tried. 

But I could ask. I could ask the only one who had the answer.

God, oh God—
why? 

Where are you?

Mary was overwhelmed with the answer when she arrived at Jesus’ tomb, and he wasn’t in it. And we were overwhelmed the following Easter with the news that Heather was pregnant again. The baby would be born right after the farm season ended. Good timing.

He would be named Ian. It means “God is gracious.”

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