Day 80 – Prompt – Lament and Confidence paired with Erase Poem
Excellent sermon at church yesterday, so absorbing that I didn’t even get my notebook out to entertain myself. We had a guest speaker, a woman who co-owns a local cafe (and is also a pastor), and I felt what it would feel like to see myself more often reflected at the pulpit. Also, she fully owned how much she loves preaching, speaking, having a microphone — so refreshing. And her sermon, on lament paired with statements of confidence in the Psalms, was thought-provoking yet spacious. I had time to reflect on my own choices, tendencies, hopes, struggles to communicate.
I thought about how often people are just waiting to be asked about themselves — how good it feels to get to tell your story. I have to believe it’s that power that fuels the X Page Workshop, and will translate in my absence (I’ve bowed out for this season, as I’ve taken on a heavy caregiving role in another part of my life).
It’s hard to confess to my own limitations; how easily I become overwhelmed; how much I don’t do right now, or seem incapable of doing; how very often I go to the gym to escape, by which I mean to glimpse my ability to endure, because my mind, my emotional capacity feels exhausted. It ain’t pretty. This is my lament.
What is my statement of confidence that sits alongside my lament? Truthfully, since “retiring’ in November, I’ve been hyper-disciplined and focused and I’ve finished this next draft of Begin and I think the novel is special, magical, and writing it has brought me so much delight. Talk about escape. Somehow, sharing the joy of reading and books with children these past few years restored my own faith in reading and books. I’d become cynical and bitter, I’d lost my sense of purpose. The library work gave me a path forward. In my statement of confidence, I declare: I’ve thrown myself headlong into writing because stories matter.
I declare gratitude for the gift of creative energy, the gift of another version of escape. And I pray for more belief, more trust that purpose and meaningful expression can be found through writing. I pray for courage. That my steps are guided by what matters. So that my inner life and hopes can meet my outer actions with love and confidence.
Erase Poem (my version = Circle Poem)
I felt it would feel reflected, owned, spacious
I had time, tendencies, struggles, your story
I have to believe in my absence, confess
I didn’t simply shut the door
This is my lament —
Roles anoint themselves
Bad feelings, self-destructive ways
Disappointment at not being wanted
Confidence sits with sharing delight
A prayer for more belief! For courage!
Hopes meet actions
Hope for life ongoing.
Stay.
xo, Carrie