Monday, January 7, 2013

A Parched and Weary Soul


O God, thou art my God, I
seek you,
my soul thirsts for you,
as in a dry and weary land
where there is no water.
Psalm 63:1 (NRSV)

            One week earlier my doctor had confidently pronounced that there was “no problem” with my pregnancy. Now I lay in that dark, lonesome hospital room, on Good Friday, mentally replaying the previous five months of turmoil, physical pain and struggle, wrestling with the reality that I did, indeed, have a placenta previa – a life-threatening pregnancy complication.

            My worst fears had materialized.
           
            Why did this happen to me? Why did God let this happen to me? Anger, fear and depression threatened to sever my psyche into unidentifiable fragments.  My soul did thirst for God, in a weary, parched land. David’s Psalm described my soul's spiritual condition perfectly.
           
            Unknowingly, recklessly, unnecessarily, I’d been allowing myself to live in the wilderness for years.
           
            My dilemma – being such a casual Christian – was that I couldn’t have intentionally located that passage in the Bible, or others that might sustain me. I knew only a few popular verses; and I felt foolish perusing the standard Twenty-third Psalm, although I did read it once for good measure. Mostly, I simply stared at my Bible lying on my food cart, (I insisted that Chris bring it when he came for his first visit on Friday), and occasionally reached out to touch its cover and ruffle its pages. Sometimes I held it tightly to my breast. When I feel stronger, I might have the energy to open it up and concentrate on its words.
           
            Who was I kidding, except myself? Given the opportunity, I’d expend my energy on other activities.
           
            I had one foot in the grave and the other balanced on a spiritual banana peel, oblivious to my precarious position. Yet something deep within me needed to have that little black Book present; I frantically hoped it would draw God nearer to me. Surely if I have my Bible near, He won’t forget me!
           
            My talisman for troubled times.
           
            I knew I couldn’t expect a cram course in Christian theology, but a couple of uplifting spiritual words would have been welcome. Everyone seemed preoccupied with the weekend’s upcoming Easter celebration. No one – not even a hospital chaplain – came to hold my hand and pray.
           
            The little Black award Bible I received in elementary school remained closed and clutched in my hand, while I searched the ceiling of my hospital room for answers.

            Would I find God in this place...?

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NEXT WEEK: More lonely, anxious days and nights; I honestly confront my feelings about the pregnancy; and my husband starts to succumb to the stress…


            I want to thank you for joining me, and I hope all of you have had a great start to this New Year!!

            Until then!

Blessings,

Andrea

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