resting in the trough

yesterday was the national day of prayer. i got invited to go to an event that a group of cool women i know were hosting to bless and pray for women who serve other women in denver.  it was just one of those odd moments where i knew i needed to go.  i rsvp’d and passed the info onto some friends but didn’t worry about coordinating who was doing what and where and how;  i knew i just needed to get my butt down there on my own and get a little God infusion.  ah, it was good for my soul in all kinds of ways.  simple, sweet.  powerful.

i knew when they opened with a beautiful quote by dorothy day i was in the right place!  there was space to listen to God, lovely blessing, a reminder of the courageous women who have gone before us and have encouraged us on our journies, a powerful body prayer & time of receiving.   the following poem was shared with a reflection at the beginning & the end.  it is from a book that is next on my amazon list, leading from within:  poetry that sustains the courage to lead by sam intrator & megan scribner. i thought i’d share it with all of you this bright, clear, friday.

i know some of you are tired & confused & disoriented.  other are afraid. others need strength and courage to lead, to keep walking, to not give up, to try.   and yet others feel lonely & desperate for God’s touch.  ah, and some of us are all of those things at once and more!  in the midst, i  hope we can all somehow rest in the trough:


The Trough

by Judy Brown


There is a trough in waves,

a low spot

where horizon disappears

and only sky

and water

are our company.

And there we lose our way

unless

we rest, knowing the wave will bring us

to its crest again.

There we may drown

if we let fear

hold us in its grip and shake us

side to side,

and leave us flailing, torn, disoriented.

But if we rest there

in the trough,

in silence,

being in the low part of the wave,

keeping our energy and

noticing the shape of things,

the flow,

then time alone

will bring us to another

place

where we can see

horizon, see land again,

regain our sense

of where

we are,

and where we need to swim.

amen.

Kathy Escobar

Kathy Escobar co-pastors at The Refuge, a Christian community and mission center in North Denver and is the author of Faith Shift: Finding Your Way Forward When Everything You Believe is Coming Apart and several other books.

5 Comments

  • the thing about not drowining in a wave – is, not to fight the wave nor the ocean, you can’t win, those that panic out there in the surf have a high chance of drowning … let it take you where it wants and there you will discover peace.

    As a wise old lady once said, don’t wrestle – nestle!!! Up and down the wave you might travel, but the power of the unseen force pushing that wave – incredible!!! will take you once again to shore.

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  • What a gorgeous poem, Kathy. Looks like that needs to be added to my wish list at amazon :).

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  • Thank you for sharing that beautiful poem with us and how you felt about your experience. You always write so honestly and I am thankful for that.

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  • For some reason I had to read that twice to make sense of it. However it reminds of the times in life that not only leaders, but all people experience when everything is disoriented, as circumstances and life itself seem to take on a life of its own and reminds us we are not in control. In those times it is not until one learns how to “Enter the Lords rest” and not flail about that we receive are bearings from the Captain of our Souls the one that actually that actually holds the compass and knows which way to go and when to sit and be still.

    Tom Wilson

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  • mark – yeah, that is the hardest part. i know when i have been caught up in a wave when swimming in the ocean that instinct to fight it instead of rest into it is so strong…

    tracy – i thought of you the minute i saw it! i am looking forward to you blogging again so i can “read” more 🙂

    jennifer – so great to hear from you here. i am glad it touched you, too.

    tom – what was beautiful at the gathering is they, too, read it twice. i think there’s something about all that we might miss the first time and sometimes it takes a few. yes, resting and remembering that God is with us always…

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