I rolled over the other day, and said to Husband, I miss Sweden. Only a few words, but this was more than homesickness. It’s the sadness that follows me around even though life in Australia has been more than good. Sadness that cannot be shaken, not by gratitude or numbering my blessings or coffees or warm weather. Fatigue can wash over me in the middle of the day, and I’m still surprised with the overwhelm when it comes to making simple decisions, the energy I do not seem to have for connecting with people.
We moved to Melbourne, Australia six months ago after two years of living in Sweden and more years before that of a life in Switzerland. I grew up as a missionary kid in the Philippines with furloughs and eventually university in the United States. I moved to Australia as a young adult, traveled around the world and met my husband in Switzerland. I moved every three to four years of my entire life, so carrying on is what I have always done. The boxes get packed, the forms are filled, the mad rush to the airport is made without a thought. The wheels lift off the ground, and the familiar thrill of the new adventure to come takes over.
At least that’s what moving used to feel like.
I am 34 now, and I have two boys under five in tow. You could say that life on the move, all that carrying on, caught up with me.
I tell myself that this move to Melbourne should be easy, the easiest I’ve made in my life. I have family and friends here, a support system is in place. I can read, speak and write in English. I can make a bank transfer again. I know where everything is. People are helpful and friendly, white-sand beaches are less than a 30-minute drive away, cafes and delicious food are everywhere.
But there are emotions, events and fears I picked up from carrying on, and I was carrying them everywhere.
I started 2016 on a personal retreat, and I took Soulkeeping by John Ortberg with me. Toward the end of the book there is a chapter about rest. He writes about the Christian life, how it is not easy and is not supposed to be easy. We know this, don’t we? We’ve read the book about holiness and not happiness, we know to expect suffering, even to rejoice in suffering.
You know this. You are mothers, fathers, brothers, sons, daughters, friends, sisters in far flung places, fighting your daily battles. You’ve argued with with your boss, studied for exams, wrestled children who don’t listen. There’s an illness in your family with no diagnosis. You wonder how much longer you can live paycheck-to-paycheck. You’re walking out a difficult marriage day after day. Or maybe you’re just unsettled wherever you are in the life that you have and there is no explanation.
You know that God has not called you to easy.
I never expected my life to be easy. When it comes to hard work or the incoming “hard” thing, I’ve always thought, This is from God. But Ortberg continued.
The Bible uses the word easy only once. It came from Jesus. “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened…and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
‘Easy’ is a soul word, not a circumstance word. The soul was not made for an easy life. The soul was made for an easy yoke.
– Soulkeeping, by John Ortberg
We carry a weight when we walk through transitions. There is the role you have to fill in your work, the complex people issues, the kind of work that rarely yields a finished product. It is the weight of our children’s emotions expressed in slammed doors and tantrums. Carrying on takes its toll on our marriages, the emotions present in a partnership that may not often be expressed. There are the daily tasks we have to attend to, and in the middle of this storm, we carry the weight, we bear the difficulty, we take it upon ourselves to do it all, feel it all and carry it all.
We have the punishing voice of productivity saying, “Do more. Be more” and the distressed words of anxiety on the other, “It will not work out. It will all fail.” And this is the heavy, hard yoke that was not meant for our shoulders.
I’ve had to open my eyes to the quiet, gentle presence of Jesus in all my moves. The one who comes in and shoulders the weight. His whisper says, You are weary and heavy laden, come to me. Let me carry it. He is not asking for pieces of my life or parts of my problems. He wants it all. His invitation is to a life of letting go.
It means more mess, more muddle, things may not happen when you or I want, but I am making the choice to say, I cannot do it all.
I cannot solve all the problems. There may be overdue bills or an empty refrigerator.
I cannot manage everyone’s emotions. As much as I love my children and want them to transition well, I cannot be everything for them in this. There will be days when I fall apart, and that is ok.
I cannot meet all the needs. There will be needs of my husband’s, of my kids that will be unmet. I can trust that God will meet them, just like he meets me.
He is carrying me, he is carrying you. In everything, everywhere, his kind hands are carrying us home.
I’m linking up with The Grove at Velvet Ashes today.
12 thoughts on “why I don’t carry on”
Devi, you are beautiful. I love hearing your heart. Thankyou for the way you bless each one of us in so many ways. Xo
You’re so welcome, Keira. Thanks for commenting, it means a lot.
DEVI, the part you pulled out from “Soul keeping” is Exactly the part that stood out to me too!! thanks for sharing with Velvet ashes, and prayers for you, fellow sojourner!
That paragraph really stopped me, and I think for weeks after it was on my mind all the time :). I wish I had known about Velvet Ashes when I was starting out as an expat, but it’s been fun to join now.
lovely! I’m a fellow writer at Gracetable. Thank you for sharing this.
Not sure why my capital letters won’t work here! 🙂
obviously, when it posted it capitalized the letters!
Hi Mary! Thanks for stopping by, and yes there is something wrong with the comment box and the capital letters! Sorry about that.
Thank you Devi for sharing this. After my morning devotion about “having strength for the weary”, I saw this feed about your blog and once again confirmed that He gives us strength and that he wants us to give it all to him. Thank you for your words and for sharing.
Welcome, Lei. I love the way God works like that. May he continue to strengthen you this weekend.
Thanks Devi. This was just what I needed to read this morning – 48 hours before we get on the plane for yet another transition!
Hi Lori, I’m glad this connected :), and thanks for commenting.
Devi, I love the way you used the phrase “carry on” – you are so right, we cannot carry everything – or maybe even anything, and so we shouldn’t be carrying on, but letting Him carry us….