My Ink Dance

Discovering Extraordinary Grace in an Ordinary Life

Day 24: Slipping Silently

We often think of drowning as a loud, splashy affair. That’s where we’re wrong. Drowning often happens without a single sound or a cry for help.

My Ink Dance - Slipping Silently

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I haven’t gone to church regularly in almost six years.

There was no big falling out, no spiritual abuse, no change in belief. Life happened and I slipped under the water without a sound. I don’t think anyone even saw me go.

Sometimes when the water overtakes you, you hope for a lifeline. Sometimes you’re content to go quietly. I guess I was the latter.

It started with my third pregnancy. The morning sickness did a number on me. With two toddlers at home PBS was the only way we made it through most days. There was a month that I really didn’t even leave the house. A month.

When my mom picked me and the kids up one Sunday morning while my husband worked, I cried. She took me to church wearing clothes I had worn to bed the night before, no makeup, and tears the whole way. Surely this must be the bottom.

I got to church and saw how wrong I was. Bottom came when I realized no one had noticed my absence.

The morning sickness passed and I made sporadic appearances at church, but a few months later I had an infant and two toddlers and my husband worked weekends. Survival was at the top of my list; dressing and pretending everything was fine was not.

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Weeks turned into months. Every so often I would rally my energy and give it another go at church.  Every time I went I was slapped by the smiles and “good to see you” responses that didn’t extend past 11:45.

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I am not placing blame. I retreated. I let go. I gave up.

But I will say that no one came after me.

Now, it’s almost six years later and I still haven’t found a home. It makes me hold my breath like I’ve been punched in the stomach.

I have no way to fix it. I have no great understanding. I’m left sad and unsure. So I’m doing one thing. Exhaling.

Exhaling the pain.

Exhaling the uncertainty.

Exhaling the name of Jesus.

Because I want Him more than a church.

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  1. This resounds with me oh so much. Your blog is beautiful, your words pull at my heart. I am glad i found your blog after you commented on mine today.

    1. I’m so glad to hear that. Thank you so much Tania!

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