I’ve never been scuba diving. Snorkeling one time as a child in the Dry Tortugas, which was incredible, but never scuba diving. I do know that if you dive really deep and then come to the surface too quickly, you can end up with decompression sickness. I saw on it TV and read about it on the internet, so it must be true. Seriously, decompression sickness can lead to some serious physical and neurological effects (you can google it if you want to know more). Thankfully, the sickness can be treated with oxygen and time in a hyperbaric chamber, usually resulting in no long term effects of decompression sickness.
I’ve never been scuba diving, but I’m quite sure that I spent most of last year diving in the abyss of cancer. The depths of suffering and pain that we have explored are overwhelming at times. Sometimes the deep was so deep that no light could be seen. Thankfully, the abyss did not swallow us and we have returned to the surface. But I realize that my return to the surface has been quick in many ways. It has much to do with my desire to return to ministry in a full-time ministry. And normal life. Whatever that means.
So, I’m in a strange place. Maybe there is some decompression sickness. It’s really nice to be on the surface. Life is really good, but there are still many challenges that I face on a day to day basis. On the positive side: my strength, energy, and endurance are returning in a great way. I would say that I am back to working full-time – which means some long days and weeks. That’s not a complaint – the water’s nice. I am so glad I can make hospital visits, focus on serving my family and our church family, seek God’s wisdom for the future, and continue to preach and teach week to week. But I also feel overwhelmed, frustrated, and discouraged. Out of place or out of step. Disappointed by my mistakes and my need to make frequent apologies for my foibles. The waters can still be troubled at times. So, I have to try to remind myself regularly that I am first and forever a child of God. That I am forgiven. That, though I am weak, He is strong. I need the oxygen of God’s grace. And the hyperbaric chamber of His steadfast love. And day by day I find new mercies – which is more than I deserve. I’ve come up for air and I am so glad – even of my ascent was too fast in some ways. I have to trust God with that too.
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