I receive inspiration for writing this blog at weird times. This one came at 4 AM, lying in bed. But have no fear – it was written at a much more reasonable hour!
You see, there’s been a lot to process since getting back from Brazil. Yesterday I had to come to terms with deciding against participating in one of my biggest plans for the summer because of what I’m working through. And my mind doesn’t like to just accept things for what they are. Oh, no. That would be too easy.
So it came up with this analogy. I think in life we are all given ropes. Thick ropes. These ropes are special, because throughout the course of our lifetime, they can be worn down and strengthened again to become even stronger, if the owner of the rope has the right tools to fix their broken rope.
These ropes, given that they maintain their strength, are quite reliable and flexible. They can go through a lot, and each person’s rope has the capability to withstand different types of trials. However, life with a threadbare rope – I’d just call it a string by that time – is challenging.
And I believe that my rope has been worn to a string recently.
Discovering how worn my rope is has hit me like a rock. (For more of an explanation on how it got to this point, see my previous posts). I would consider myself to be a strong person, so having my rope be in the state it’s in can be especially confusing and aggravating. I need to repair and rebuild by string, but I know it’s going to be a process. And, in the meantime, I’m dangling. Being attached to a rope at such a flimsy state is difficult, because the once stable nature of it has dissolved and has left me hanging from what used to be a strong lifeline to a tether that is easily blown in the wind.
And the wind blows a lot.
I feel the wind move when I am reduced to an anxious state for no good reason.
I feel the wind move when I am reduced to an anxious state for an explainable reason.
I feel the wind move when I lie in bed at 4 AM, trying to process everything that is going on. (Hence this blog. See, 4 AM doesn’t have to be a bad time!)
I feel the wind blow when I realize the manifestations of my anxiety have still not been eradicated.
And I really feel the wind blow when I have to make decisions, which, although I ultimately know are for the good, severely hurt my heart.
But, despite all this, life could be much worse at the end of my string. There’s one more vital part of this analogy that I could never neglect to include. You see, God’s in this little equation of the rope and I, too. Perhaps some people would assume that He is the one holding the top of the rope, and become angry when the wind picks up and their rope has become threadbare, and life becomes a challenge.
However, much like in the poem “Footprints on the Sand,” I see God at the bottom of the rope with me – carrying me. When the rope becomes thin and the wind becomes unbearable, He is there to carry my weight. And He is the one who will ultimately provide me the tools to fix this rope and make it strong again. These tools can be through conversations with other people, medication, or a variety of other means.
In the end, although I’m scared to be as strong as I need to be to repair my rope, I’m beyond thankful for the weight God is carrying, and the tools he has given me to make the process easier. To close, I would like to share a verse that I have repeatedly returned to in this Season. I’m looking forward to seeing how my rope is doing by the next time I write here.
“You, O Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light.” –Psalm 18:28.
P.S. If you feel like your rope might be a little threadbare as well right now, feel free to reach out! People with damaged ropes help each other. It’s one of our tools. 🙂
3 thoughts on “Life at the End of the Rope”
Thank you for sharing your journey. I look forward to hearing how God helped you restore your rope. I believe it will be a lifeline for others. 💕
❤️ aww, this was beautiful. I love how, despite the fact that you may feel like you’re at the end of your threadbare rope, you’re looking forward and ahead 🙂 you’re a wonderful friend, Kayla. I’ll be praying for you, and I’m always down for a coffee or hiking date 🙂
I love you, Rebekah ❤
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