I'd love to say the last six months have flown by because I've been having such a simply fabulous time. There have certainly been some beautiful, “I wish I could bottle this up” moments. But there has also been plenty of stress, worry, exhaustion and anxiety. And I've realised that all of those things can make time behave strangely too. Sometimes it flies. Sometimes it seems completely stuck.
As someone with ADHD, this is very familiar. When I first came across “time wizard” as a playful description of time blindness, I felt as though someone had been documenting my life. I have, more often than I'd like to admit, set a timer for a quick five-minute task, only to be utterly astonished when it goes off. Apparently my five minutes and everyone else's five minutes are not always the same thing!
Which may explain why it feels like years since I last wrote a newsletter, when in fact I've only missed one month.
It has been a very full season: General Synod, AGM, Greenbelt, the national Inclusive Synod campaign, We Are Here, recruiting an administrator, and all the ordinary work of Inclusive Church, alongside recovering from some significant health complications. Greenbelt was a huge amount of work and went really well, although exhaustion sometimes made it difficult to be as present as I would have liked.
And perhaps that is part of what I've been learning, or re-learning, as we prepare for our much-anticipated conference on neurodiversity: different doesn't mean lesser. Neither does needing to stop mean failing. Sometimes delays even allow the Holy Spirit in.
I don't naturally do nothing. Rest doesn't come easily, and there has been a particular wrestling between recovering and the pull of everything that needs doing. But now school is back and a little more rhythm and routine is returning, I'm finding myself grateful that God is faithful. Not just faithful to give us strength to do the thing, but faithful to meet us when we can't.
We can be exhausted and joyful. Struggling and grateful. Needing support and still having much to offer. Perhaps faith isn't about making everything balance neatly, but discovering that God is present in all of it: the flying, the stuckness, the joy, the muck, the rest and the doing.
Timey-wimey though living life may be, God remains faithful all the time, providing both strength for the journey and those utterly gold-dust sparkle moments of joy, affirmation and contentment right there in the mud and muck.
Both/and. Messy grace. And, somehow, it is well.
One way or another, we'll get where we're going. |