She was not surprised to find me crying. After 9 years in this house, Rylie Joy knows her mamma cries at commercials and when she’s mad, when she’s hurt and when she’s laughing too hard to breathe. Basically, every day. I cry for world justice and shelter animals every day.
But this was a sad and silent cry- I had just learned that Ry’s friend had lost her dad over spring break. I was overcome with grief for the family’s loss, with anxiety for the sweet children at home, with thanksgiving for the teachers who showed up on a terrible day to stand with their student. For 800 reasons, the tears came.
And so, I explained to Rylie that I was sad for her friend. I asked her if she wanted to talk about it, but she shook her head.
She left to find her shoes but stopped with her hand on the doorknob…
And in her broken prose she said,
HARD.
And I said, “What, honey? Hard to know your friend is hurting?”
Mom, she said.
Hard to
KNOW
what
to do.
And then she left.
If there had been any hope of me collecting myself before that conversation, it was gone now.
My God, my God,
Yes.
It is hard to know what to do.
And I still do not have the answers.
I do know this: she must see me grieve. My children must see me cry and question and fight and cheer and worship in every kind of circumstance. I do not want them to be afraid of being unsure, of being sad, of being small in such a big, broken world.
One day they will come up against that shadowy world without me, and I do not want them to be surprised. I want them learn and practice and know that there is life on the other side. I want them to understand that THIS, this hard-to-know place, THIS is where it gets real. Only in this place can they see the necessity of the Gospel.
If we could right every wrong, if we could heal every wound, if we could explain every mystery… we would have no use for Christ. But we cannot.
There are actually things we cannot fix, and it is a terrible realization.
I will not accept an education from the news or video games or fairytales. No, they will learn about heartbreak and salvation from me. They will learn that the process is messy and inconsistent and wild and dumb. But they will see a real person live a real life, and they will know it is possible to trust God even when we have no idea what he is doing.
Let them apprentice grief by walking through it with me, in the safety of a transparent village.
Let them meet an unexplainable, unforgivable wrong…
Let them stand in the fury of a heart they have willfully hurt…
and let the process be familiar because they saw me do it, too.
And it was hard and beautiful and too, too long.
But it was possible.
April 20th, 2016 at 10:14 am
well put kate – thanks for giving us that glimpse of you and Ry
April 20th, 2016 at 10:23 am
I have lived this hard. Thank you for your insights today.
April 20th, 2016 at 3:39 pm
❤️
April 20th, 2016 at 10:44 am
“Let them apprentice grief by walking through it with me, in the safety of a transparent village.” Beautiful, Friend. Beautifully written. I have missed your words.
April 20th, 2016 at 3:40 pm
In our safe village, you live right across the street ❤️
April 20th, 2016 at 12:07 pm
You’re back!! And with a magnificent piece of writing! I’m so SO pleased that you’re back, and deeply moved by your words. Katie, you have made my day. Thank you.
April 20th, 2016 at 12:22 pm
😘😍 Sent from my iPhone
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April 20th, 2016 at 2:23 pm
So good to hear your voice.
April 20th, 2016 at 2:25 pm
I am so happy to be reading your blog again. It is my favorite. I know that sometimes you may not have the time or words to write, but I will always be here reading when you do. Much love to you.
April 20th, 2016 at 2:41 pm
You’re a good human, Kate.
April 20th, 2016 at 3:38 pm
You’re a good, transparent community.
April 20th, 2016 at 3:37 pm
This is beautiful!
April 20th, 2016 at 9:22 pm
“Let them apprentice grief…”
You are so wise.
April 22nd, 2016 at 5:13 am
So good to hear your voice again! As always, you nailed it, and did so beautifully. Thank you for always being real and transparent, and for spreading hope in a world broken in so many ways. You have such a beautiful heart.
April 27th, 2016 at 8:22 pm
Dear Kate. Since God chose you to be the holy people he loves you most clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience…………Col, 3;12 Just showing up is all it takes. Per James R. kok, For those who are grieving? Gramps Hunderman
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May 11th, 2016 at 9:04 pm
Thank you, Grandpa.
May 9th, 2016 at 9:02 pm
Hi Katie,
I found this, your most recent post, in my mom’s inbox on Mother’s Day (she’s 101, and doesn’t get a lot of email). It’s good to know you are beginning to find your words again. I missed your voice.
May 11th, 2016 at 9:04 pm
So very pleased to be in your dear mother’s inbox, Steve! All the best to you both… and thanks for the encouragement.
September 25th, 2016 at 10:18 am
You say what I think, here, that I don’t say well. I could read this again and again, and only stumblingly convey this to my girls.