the proverbial 2×4

I often laugh to F that God is more likely to smack me over the head with a 2×4 than to speak to me in quiet, whispering sounds. Today has been no exception.

Over my lunch hour (which found me once again glaring at the contents of our refridgerator, marveling at how food can be so utterly repulsive to me right now), I sat down and typed the following haiku to F – part in jest, part in pity party:

Morning sickness sucks.

When will weeks of nausea end?

I’d rather give birth.

Given my feelings on childbirth, this is a bold statement. But true.

F laughed (as one can only laugh over email) and wrote back his own 5-7-5 verse to tell me he was thinking of me. I smiled and went back to work. Then I came across this in some materials I was reading on a vocational discernment retreat:

Above all, trust in the slow work of God.

We are quite naturally impatient in everything

to reach the end without delay.

We would like to skip the intermediate stages.

We are impatient of being on the way to something

unknown, something new.

And yet, it is the law of all progress

that it is made by passing through

some stages of instability —

and that it may take a very long time.

And so I think it is with you;

your ideas mature gradually — let them grow,

let them shape themselves, without undue haste.

Don’t try to force them on,

as though you could be today what time,

(that is to say, grace and circumstances

acting on your own good will)

will make of you tomorrow.

Only God could say what this new spirit

gradually forming in you will be.

Give our Lord the benefit of believing

that his hand is leading you,

and accept the anxiety of feeling yourself

in suspense and incomplete.

-Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, SJ

Well, then, God. Point taken. Forehead smacked. Thank you.

2 thoughts on “the proverbial 2×4

  1. Beautiful! I needed that as I sit (literally) a wait for the labor to begin! There is something very unique about the work of pregnancy and childbirth. It is a privilege that can easily be overshadowed by its difficulties! I remember a priest telling us one time that in marriage and family life we must say to our spouse (or children), “Take, this is my body, which is given up for you.” By these little “deaths” we come to understand the great gift of the Eucharist. I wish I could remember this more often, especially when pregnant! Thanks again for the reminder!

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