
Someone asked me how I was doing last night, and I gave them the usual answer that I often give others these days. It’s an answer that I strived for for many years. An answer that was very difficult to sincerely come to; “Every is fine!”. No, it’s not just “fine”; but it’s actually ‘good’ as in I know that everything really is going exactly the way it should be going even when I have a dozen things that are happening around me that could give me reasons to feel like “things” are not so good.
It’s been over two decades since I’ve been given the gift of faith that I have. And it’s weird to feel like everything is ok, and even better than that to actually feel like everything is good. I don’t “have a life” that is categorically different than others; there are relationship problems in my life, communication problems, people that just want to hold on to their vices, health problems, and goals that I can’t seem to accomplish despite my best efforts.
But it’s all ok. Again, even better than ok. I am going through a batch of insomnia for the past few days, I have diabetes, I’ve had others pity me for my dietary restrictions, my rheumatism is debilitating but I walk nearly ten kilometers a day despite the pain and discomfort, I can’t visit my ailing mother in the US because the airfare is a bit out of reach for a family of five, my neurodivergence makes relationships difficult, and that isn’t the half of it. But I “feel” great. That’s weird right?
I do have an “achilles heel” however, and that’s when people I love, lie to me. So last night after I had just told a friend of mine how well I was doing despite the plethora of difficulties and challenges I face, I found out that one of my children had been deep into a habit of deception that I thought they had faced off with just a couple of weeks ago. I’m still not over it. And I don’t want to understate it nor overstate it. To understate it would be to say that I am at the same level of being fine that I was before, to overstate it would be to say that I was “not fine” anymore. There is very little that is worse for me than when someone I care about is waste deep in deception. And since I keep the highest “neurodivergent watch” on the existential well being of those I am closest to, I can’t think of anything that disturbs me more because I know how deception affects them.
Yes yes, I know I am still weird and largely not relatable. I wish I could put this faith that God has given me in a pill form and give it to others. But I know it doesn’t work that way. Which reminds me of how annoying it is when I have been scolded or mockingly referred to because of this faith I have been given. There are those who admire it, there are those who pity themselves because they don’t have it, and then others who mock me because they think I am being “super-spiritual” as one friend has told me, or “the only righteous one” as I have been told by a couple of others. And that stings a bit; to have the most precious thing that God has given me, referred to with such condescension. But that doesn’t change how much “I wish” they had the very thing that they have such a negative view of.
I’m not so far removed from a time years ago when I remember being distraught by life’s failings and my personal disappointments. I still remember what it was “almost always like” for the first three decades of my life. I still remember how my goals and ambitions used to define ‘how’ I was doing. Yes there was a time that the answer for how I was doing was completely dependent on my successes and failings. But now I “don’t get it”.
Obviously I understand it because I’ve been there. But what I “don’t get” is how I can give others the same reasons for the faith that I have, and those reasons are not eaten like precious morsels that will sustain them like nothing else in this world. How can “all things work for the good that love Him”, “consider it pure joy when you suffer trials of many kinds”, “whatever is good, whatever is pure, whatever is righteous, whatever is holy”, or a myriad of other beautiful truths that I have come to know, have any other affect in the heart and mind of those who hear than a deep existential healing that bubbles up and overflows into a life giving stream that makes all things new? Yes there are moments where these truths do not saturate my soul with life giving sustenance, and sometimes those moments can last minutes. But then it dwindles down to an existential “struggle in degrees”, it’s no longer an unmanageable burden. A burden yes, but I know the one who is helping me through it and He never fails.









