It almost seems as though the recent trend of status updates, through Facebook, Twitter and the like, has birthed a slightly different way of thinking. People are thinking about their "status" in the third person, and I wonder if it's helping us see ourselves from a different angle, helping us grasp the bigger picture.
I can only speak for myself when I say that I've TOTALLY submitted to the details of life. I'm succumbed to the big, black cloud of busyness that is my life; Balancing grad school with work is enough of a circus act, but throw in maintaining my personality, my joy, my quality of life...
Those who know me always remark on how balanced I seem, constantly reconciling between the smaller and grander scales. But I truly feel like the little things are currently trumpeting victory over me. There's a scene in the second
Matrix movie where a TRILLION "Mr. Anderson's" are flooding into the room from every door and window - all to take down Neo, our hero. And I can't ever watch that scene, because of how anxious it makes me feel. Life isn't life unless we have time to just sit and enjoy it.
Last night, I reached the part of the day that has become quite usual for me: breakdown. Like a car in its last few desperate minutes of life, I'm sputtering and chugging until I can't "go" anymore. And God has, thus far, filled me back up and strengthened my morale. But last night, He remained totally silent. Recognizing that it was one of those "special" times I needed community, I turned to friends and requested prayers. Asking for help is an uncomfortable thing to do, especially as we get older. It almost seems as though life is pushing you into being a totally self-sufficient machine, and you're less of a person if you need help. But maybe that's a lie straight from the modern-day
Screwtape Letters. "The patient will begin to think she can't ask for help, because that would make her weak. The truth is that it's
not asking for help that continues to weaken her, so let's keep fostering this lie."
Within minutes of asking for prayers, I was blanketed in the love of my dearest friends. It's a hard realization for me that my friends aren't looking for perfection, for strength and no weakness, for a non-stop show of organization. They're looking for sincerity. And in my humble opinion, it's our world that keeps us from being sincere; it's the same world that keeps us in the details. And it's God who returns sincerity to us, who reveals our truest selves to us.
God always knows what I need most, and I'm learning that it's He who keeps my picture big. It's He who gives my life quality. And in my darkest, most abandoned moments, it feels like it's only me. But God is a pinpoint of light within me, irremovable and constant. There's a part of me that isn't me at all, but the One who created me. That will never change, and what a relief.
So my current life lesson: Growing up is hard. :) And in the process, it's easy to lose ourselves, our truest selves, our sense of joy, our quality of life, our purpose. Our laughter. Aging well is a skill, not genetic happenstance. And I believe that it's that holy pinpoint of light within me that will preserve me, claim victory over my enemies, and bring me into glory with Him.
...is learning how to age well.
"Who would have ever thought of this:
that darkness brings forth light,
that light itself springs up from death,
a something out of naught."
~Angelus Silesius