With a decade coming to a close, my mind is filled with experiences. Some good, some great, some astonishingly terrible. And my overwhelming sense is this: “Hard” is not a synonym for “bad”, but most often is a synonym for “good”. Romans 8:28 tells us, “So we are convinced that every detail of our lives is continually woven together to fit into God’s perfect plan of bringing good into our lives, for we are his lovers who have been called to fulfill his designed purpose.”
More than ever, I am convinced that the hard things in this life reveal the goodness of God.
I began this decade as a senior in college, struggling to make plans after graduation. I graduated with my Bachelor’s degree as a first generation college student in May of 2010. By August of that same year I moved from Oshkosh, Wisconsin to Cairo, Illinois and began living as a person who was employed full-time to pray and volunteer. Living in Cairo taught me love. It is the best decision I have ever made, and led to a string of really awesome opportunities and decisions (like meeting my husband, living in community, becoming a part of a covenant family, becoming a Godmother, meeting and loving some of the best people I have ever known that call Cairo home), but living in Cairo was also difficult. I felt forced into community living with 5 other people who were gifted in loving me enough to confront my BS. My eyes were opened to the reality of generational -poverty and racism, and the seemingly inescapable effects of both. I walked along side young people and came to love them as though they were my family, and consequently experienced unthinkable pain as I watched some experience loss, assault, and horrible, violent death. The most recent of these deaths happened just six months ago and I can’t imagine a day when it will stop hurting.
I moved out of Cairo after three and a half years unexpectedly. A part of me expected to live my whole life there. I was so in love with experiencing the presence of God in that place, and cared so deeply for the people. But my then-fiance and I broke up, and at the time we were both living in Cairo. I thought, upon our breakup, that I would spend a weekend in Paducah with two of my covenant sisters at their house, but I woke up one morning during that weekend to the clear voice of Jesus inviting me to live there. I told him it was a kind invitation but I didn’t want to, but His plans have a way of prevailing.
While living in Paducah (2014) I was given the opportunity to fulfill two dreams in my heart: I got a part-job at The Limited, and also had the opportunity to work at a home where women recently released from prison could come and be integrated back into society. I had been unemployed for many months prior and also didn’t have a car. These jobs provided me stability and enough money to buy a car, which I totaled it a few weeks after it was purchased.
During this time my mental health was at an all time low. A recurring eating disorder and undiagnosed OCD left me almost incapable of functioning, and I was a terribly selfish friend. Grieving the loss of my engagement was, at that time, the most difficult experience I had faced, and I wasn’t sure how to survive it. Apart from God and really, really good friends turned family, I don’t know how I would have figured that out.
A few months later I was given the opportunity to fulfill another desire of my heart: I was offered a recruiting position at Southern Illinois University! I called another covenant sister (who I had lived with previously in Cairo) who lived in Carbondale at the time, and told her that I was either going to live with her or by myself with a dog, because my process of grieving was way too much to try to explain to a stranger roommate. My friend was already living with her friend (who also owned the home) in a 2 bedroom home, but we prayed for God to make a way and He did. A couple months later that home-owner answered the call to move far away to become a missionary and I moved into her old room.
The Lord gave me the job in Carbondale as an oasis for my soul. While there, I was a part of a wonderful church family and made incredible friends throughout the region. I was invited into another season of ministry, went through a lot of heart healing, started counseling for OCD and experienced a lot of mind healing, got healthy and began to really enjoy my life after a long season of survival. I worked with an incredible staff and was given the opportunity to start graduate school for free because I was an employee of the university.
In 2015 I met my husband on the steps of a house in Cairo that I once believed would be where I raised foster children…I inquired about the process while I lived in Cairo but couldn’t qualify at that time. A house where I watched D’Erick worship Jesus a few very short years before he was killed. A house where my then-fiancé lived while we were in Cairo. I didn’t know Zeek was my husband when I met him, and would go on to not talk to him again for about a year, but isn’t it like Jesus to have introduced us in a way that He knew would scream much-needed redemption into my bones?
In 2016 I got dumped by a guy I was infatuated with. My roommate got married and moved to another state. I moved in with two strangers, undergraduate students and amazing people, in a single wide trailer, as a 30-year-old woman. I left my church, had very few real friends near me, and had no sense of purpose or direction.
In 2017 I started dating Zeek, and man, did that feel like a train wreck. I started counseling, moved two times, dealt with a load of mental illness, and began attending Cowboy Church.
In 2018 I married my husband. I know I already stated that living in Cairo was my best decision, but so was this. Marrying Zeek is the most fearless decision I’ve made, but marriage has been the hardest thing I’ve ever continued to say “yes” to. Choosing to love a human every single day is HARD, y’all. Forgiving yourself and others is HARD. Selflessness is HARD. Allowing Jesus to show you who people really are apart from their behavior (including yourself) is HARD. Really hard and really good.
In 2019 I left SIU and took a position at a small community college, a great opportunity professionally and personally, as this job placed me back in Cairo on a weekly basis. I also met two incredible mentors and, in part from their wisdom, encouragement and large amount of help, completed my Master’s degree. I didn’t know I could. Graduate school was a dream, a big one, but I wasn’t convinced I was capable. Isn’t it funny that God places dreams in our heart and then we believe the teeny tiny enemy when he tells us we’re incapable, rather than believing God about His capability and goodness? He’s so patient with us. Completing my Master’s was difficult, but Holy Spirit guided me to helpful people, a program that was a good fit for me, and wonderful opportunities. And so I did it. In June, two months before I completed, D’Erick was killed at the age of 20. D’Erick was like a son or a baby brother to me, and I don’t mean that in some sappy way that people tend to talk about the deceased. I loved him deeply. Losing him doesn’t feel real while also hurting in a way that words, or at least my words, can’t detail. And, to close out the year, Zeek and I ended our two year search for a home by putting in our fourth offer on a house and GETTING IT.
When I look back over the last decade of my life, the only consistencies I see are these: The presence of God, fulfilled dreams, and frequent invitations to do hard things. Mostly, I see how synonymous “hard” is with “good”. I see how intertwined my “yes” to hard things is with the fulfillment of dreams. I see how completely incapable I am at doing these hard things apart from the consistent, nurturing and patient goodness of God. I see how it’s impossible for me to exist apart from Him: how in the world could I want to? I see how even the deepest love, as wonderful and precious as it may be, is but a small. burning match in comparison to the all-encompassing, every present, intimate love of God. He is the only real sustenance, the only road map worth following, the best friend I’ve had through every single experience, ensuring that I’m never alone and always cared for, always understood. In the darkest, most hopeless seasons, He was there, weaving together my divine purpose. Creating goodness and creating from goodness. In the seasons of overwhelming happiness, He has been there, reassuring me that He keeps His promises. Continually weaving His perfect, good (and sometimes hard) plan.
As I face a new decade, I notice that I’m carrying much less weight. I lost a large load of fear somewhere along the way. Walking through hard things tends to remove that unnecessary weight, as we see the goodness of God show up in unexpected, undesirable places. We begin to learn that no matter where we find ourselves, we will find Him there, too. And so, I am grateful. I’m grateful for the heartache, for I have watched Him weave goodness out of it. I’m grateful for the unexpected, for I have watched myself learn to trust Him in the midst of it. I’m grateful for the hard because I have learned of His strength through it. I’m grateful for my weakness, for I have seen that it can’t demolish the perfect plans of God. And so I look to 2020 with anticipation of His goodness, and I rest.