Saturday, October 26, 2013
searching for a castle
There’s a game called castle spotting that you play if you’ve ever traveled in Europe, especially in the great wooded hills or mountains along rivers. Because we lived in the Rheinland-Pfalz area, our most traveled roads often led us along the Rhine or the Mosel rivers. No matter how many times we would drive these roads, we would always find a new castle, or be astounded by the beauty of one we’ve passed 100 times. Spotting castles is a pastime that becomes almost second nature; when you see the land begin to rise, your eyes automatically search for the outline of ruins.
We’ve moved to a region of the Midwest known as the Paleozoic Plateau famous for its deeply carved river valleys. Placed along the Mississippi River it is scenic and beautiful with bluffs rising out of the horizon like mountains. And it’s been more than once that each of us, in turn, have caught ourselves searching. We’re still looking for castles.
The region has its own charm, though no castles. Right now the hills and bluffs are lit up with the brilliant colors of autumn. As the roads become more traveled and the landmarks more familiar, less and less do we expect to see a great looming structure on a distant point in the horizon.
Routines are becoming established. Friends are being made. Futures are being thought about, decisions are being made. We joined a church and bought a house. We found scout troops; Sarah got her license. Everyday the house feels more like home and the community feels more like ours. Yet, with every step forward it still feels like this is still somewhere he should be, too. Some mornings when the alarm goes off I still think I hear him breathing next to me. I still want there to be a castle on that hill.
I recently had a chance to have a conversation with my closest friend, whose company I’ve been missing badly. I was sharing some of my grief and frustrations and she quoted the 23rd Psalm to me.
Though she knew it’s been quoted to me 1,000 times, she wanted to remind me of something her daughter had brought to her attention (her very wise daughter is, I’m proud to admit, my daughter’s best friend). It says, “He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters.” It does not say that God is with you when you decide to be still, or are bored, or frustrated by things that aren’t happening. It says that it is GOD who led you to those waters, sat you there, and said, “Lie down”.
I want to post things on this blog – the good along with the bad - To share some of the fun everyday things we’ve been able to enjoy, or some of the huge milestones we’ve crossed, but it’s hard. It’s hard to tell you why it’s hard, too. I’m struggling to figure out the identity I have now. The different and unique dynamic I have with my kids. Sometimes I am terribly bored and frustrated by loneliness. I hate when people I never hear from randomly like or comment on my Facebook activity, and I know that it’s just because you want me to be “okay” and you want us to be doing well – and that you wish you might’ve done something more. And, sometimes we are doing pretty great, and almost always there’s the same, small circle rushing to surround us– but it needs to be “okay” that sometime we aren’t, that I am not okay. Because, mostly I just want that breathing in the bed next to me to be real. For there still to be a castle up on that hill.
"My dear old friend, take me for a spin
Two wolves in the dark, running in the wind
I'm letting go, but I've never felt better
Passing by all the monsters in my head
I move slow and steady
But I feel like a waterfall
Yeah, I move slow and steady
Past the ones that I used to know
And I'm never ready
'Cause I know, I know, I know
That time won't let me
Show what I want to show"
(Of Monsters and Men, "Slow and Steady")