Transition: Embracing Uncomfortable

Active laboring gives way to transition, then the pushing and the birthing. Waves of heaving intensity tempt us to believe we just can’t do it.

Our active love laboring gives way to transition then the pushing, and the birthing and the flying. Waves of heaving intensity tempt us to believe we just can’t do it.

Transition by definition speaks to the change or the passage from one state or stage to another. One can’t get to the there without passing from the here. From here to there, transition is required.

And, uncomfortable invariably attaches itself to transition.

Transition finds us simply because we are alive, because we breathe and move and live. It is neither positive nor negative, only required. Often transition equates as negative. The attached uncomfortable tells us so. In our humanness we know it to be so.

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In the midst of our active love laboring, transition finds us: from 7 cm to 10 cm; from the fullness of the womb to mama’s open arms; from playrooms to school rooms; from secondary halls to residence halls; from full to empty nest.

The waves of heaving intensity tempt us to believe we just cannot do it.

And uncomfortable attaches itself leaving us anxious, uneasy, disquieted. Uncomfortable feeds the disquiet.

Yet, transition is the way of this life.

He begged me to help him put his Spiderman backpack on the hook below his name. The narrow hallway that housed his hook sat at the back of the 1st grade classroom. If I walked with him to hang his bag, I knew I wouldn’t make it out, not without his clinging to my leg.

Transition. Uncomfortable. Waves of heaving intensity.

And then there was that day, the day he bolted from the 1st grade classroom. Fast and nimble as the Spiderman on his backpack out the door and toward the car he bounded. There he sprawled just like that Spiderman on the hood of his daddy’s car.

Transition. Uncomfortable. Waves of heaving intensity.

And suddenly it’s this day. Boxing and packing. Carrying and unloading. Settling and leaving. No more clinging and sprawling, only his bounding and leaping. And me, birthing and gripping and driving away.

Transition. Uncomfortable. Waves of heaving intensity.

Readying to leave, her mama reassures her that the “uncomfortable is just a step in the process.” Her mama is grateful for the mere 30 minutes phone time in the week so she doesn’t have to hear the “uncomfortable.”

Transition. Uncomfortable. Waves of heaving intensity.

Waves of heaving intensity tempt me to believe I just cannot do it – this laboring love, transition, pushing and birthing. It feels like ripping and tearing. It feels like the very first time.

Then one day I find it – COMFORT right in the middle of my unCOMFORTable. Through stinging eyes, I see it – COMFORT amidst the unCOMFORTable attaching itself to my transition.

I see COMFORT attaching itself to my unCOMFORTable. I see COMFORT attaching Himself to my unCOMFORTable. For He is our COMFORT, the Para – Kletos, the “called to one’s side.”

The “called to one’s side” attaches Himself to me and my unCOMFORTable. The God of all comfort who comforts us. The God who does not leave us orphans, but sends to us the COMFORTer. The One to whom we have fled for refuge, a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul.

The waves of heaving intensity swallowed as my deep calls unto His deep, His waves and billows washing over me. Amidst tumultuous disquiet I find the God who quiets with His love. I hear the COMFORTer’s whisper quieting and stilling the unCOMFORTable. Stilling and rocking, and singing and quieting with Love.

COMFORT attaches to my unCOMFORTable, stilling and quieting.

“The unCOMFORTable is just a step in the process.” My soul finds COMFORT in the brave words of this mama who leaves her baby at college.

I am learning to embrace the unCOMFORTable. Because in the embrace of unCOMFORTable I find myself in the arms of COMFORT, right there all up in the middle of it.

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“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us …” (2 Corinthians 1:3-4)

“I will pray the Father and He will give you another Comforter that He may abide with you forever…I will not leave you orphans, I will come to you.” (John 14:16,18)

“The LORD your God in your midst, the Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.” (Zephaniah 3:17)


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