When I am Afraid

I’m afraid and anxious a lot lately. I noticed this yesterday because for a few hours as I cleaned our little guest cottage, I felt peaceful and happy. I was quiet and still, and nobody wanted me for anything. Nothing clamored for my time. Nothing was holding me hostage and demanding that I do this, take care of that, protect and defend the other, save something, explain the situation, prove myself. The world seemed, for a few hours, to be calm and safe. I was at liberty, free to putter and just breathe.

Soon it was time to stop my puttering, return to the big house, and shift gears for after-school homecomings, dinner, and the return of himself. I went to the mailbox and a large stack of mail confronted me. As I shuffled through the mail I saw that the legal firm representing us in a lawsuit had written, and that the county clerk had sent me appeal forms for another matter. As I opened these letters, anxious, fearful feelings sprouted and grew, filling my abdomen and growing up through my diaphragm and all the way up into my throat. My heart beat faster; I felt dizzy with anxiety. All because of the mail.

I never used to feel this way. My friends said I was naively optimistic, sometimes too happy, too energetic, too enthusiastic about life and God, and especially too generous with my faith in people. No amount of disappointment could dampen my spirits. I was like an emotional Bob the Builder: Can we do it? Yes we can! Can we love it? Yes we can! Can we overcome it? Yes we can!

And then my daughter became ill and died.

Considering how much other grief and trauma we’ve experienced in our nearly 30 years of marriage, you’d think that by the time Olivia died, I’d be a veteran of grief and trauma. I had worked with many grief-stricken clients. Loved ones had died. Old friends came to untimely ends. My life hadn’t been charmed or easy, and yet the universe seemed reliable, safe, and constant to me. God was on his throne in the heavens, and all was well, all was well, and all manner of things would be well.

But, as I’ve written several times here, when Olivia died I came unhinged somehow. The world wasn’t safe any more. Anything might happen. I was not immune or exempt from life’s largest losses, and neither was I able to weather every storm. I might break down; I might go crazy with grief. I might not survive; my loved one might die.

Ever since then, though Olivia has been dead for eight years now, I’ve been different.

So, when I opened the mail and saw that nothing bad had come to my door, I still felt anxious and fearful. I think I felt that way because after Olivia died, like all those who are traumatized, I knew an awful anything could happen at any time. Just like that. We all know this, theoretically. We don’t live with it in our faces day after day, though. To live with the consciousness of the fragility of life day in and day out is anxiety-producing. We’re not meant to live that way.

A few years ago, the son of a friend of ours went to a bar after work and had a few beers. Then he got into his truck and drove home. On the way home, he hit a cable television worker who was working with a crew to bury cable. The man died. A trial occurred, and our friend’s son received a very small consequence to his actions. But the family of the man who was killed received a lifetime consequence: her husband, their father, is dead. He is gone and dead, and he won’t come back.

This is the power of others. This is the power of the universe: it is large and overpowering. Anything can happen; any bad thing that can ruin a life or an entire family can happen. One lawsuit. One illness. One drunk driver. One opportunist. One criminal.

In spite of this, I am reminded of the song from Psalm 56 that we used to sing with our children:

When I am afraid,
I will trust in you,
I will trust in you,
I will trust in you.
When I am afraid,
I will trust in you,
In God whose word I praise.

In God I trust,
When I am afraid.
In God I trust,
In God, whose word I praise.

When I am afraid,
I will trust in you,
I will trust in you,
I will trust in you.
When I am afraid,
I will trust in you,
In God whose word I praise.

In the past, trusting God meant that I believed he would keep me and my loved ones safe. Being safe meant that we were well and free from large suffering, and alive. Even though countless people have suffered illness, disease, torture, imprisonment, injustice and other traumas, I must have somehow thought it would not come near to me, and should not come near to me. But when Olivia died, I knew that unbearable suffering could come near me at any time. In an instant, everything could change. All could be lost.

I’ve been trying to learn how to live in that place where “underneath are the everlasting arms,” but I’m not there yet.


6 responses to “When I am Afraid”

  1. renaissanceguy Avatar

    Eve, my heart is with you. There’s not much else to say. Thanks for being vulnerable. Lilalia is right when she says that your life is illuminating.

    I recently wrote a post contrasting my own experience of poverty with Mrs. Clinton’s lack of such experience. I’d be glad to get your reaction. It sounds like you could relate to me during my poorer time.


  2. Alida Avatar

    I loved Lilalia’s comment. Beautiful.

    I agree that Olivia would recognize you because I think that there is always a small part of us that remains intact, untouched by grief or sorrow.

    It’s that part that helps us get back to who we are. Not who we were. Your life was changed by Olivia’s presence in it and even her death doesn’t erase that part of you.

    Words fail me, except to say I’m so sorry.

  3. deb Avatar

    I don’t know what it is to lose a child. I can imagine but I don’t know. When Katie was diagnosed, I lost a child of sorts, but it wasn’t the same. I still had a daughter to care for.

    It took years and years for me to get over being depressed. When she was first diagnosed as handicapped, I felt like someone had ripped my heart out of my chest and thrown it on the street. Everything hurt. I felt everyone’s pain, I had no barriers, I was completely vulnerable and overwhelmed.

    I’d forgotten how much it hurt.

    As for trusting God, I don’t believe in a God anymore. I think things just happen, sometimes for no reason. There will always be suffering in life, but there’s sunshine and babies too.

    I have no wise words to take away your fear or make you feel less anxious. But I’m hear to listen, or to read as it were. Take care sweetie.

  4. lilalia Avatar

    Dear Eve, Your words, your life touches me to the depths of my being. It is not only how your mind works, it is how you live such a difficult life that is illuminating. You describe well how life is a both a relentless struggle, as well as instantaneous joyful. The only words I have ever read (I stupidly forgot who wrote them) that ever made any sense to me about the essence of our human suffering, was that it makes us more human/humane with every twist or turn. Your dear Olivia would be inspired by your courage and strength.

    You must at times worry that she would not recognise you since her death; for becoming anxious and frightened. Yet, she would see, more than you can, your tenaciousness, the worn courage, and the grandness of your being. I am sure she and all those near to you hope that you could see this with clarity and self-love.

  5. Eve Avatar

    How, indeed? I am thinking and praying and meditating about this much of the time lately.

  6. henitsirk Avatar

    This morning, I was afraid to check our bank balance because I thought we had spent too much over the weekend (new shoes, raincoats, and rain boots for the kids, a big grocery trip, eating out because of all the running errands, etc.). What if we were overdrawn? What if we couldn’t pay our rent? In the end, I did check our balance and it turned out to be just fine, and we will make it until next payday. But I am certainly tired of feeling that fear every month.

    How do we find a way to trust in the future or in God, when we can’t see either one? How do we find a way to really know that things will be alright, when random crap just happens sometimes?

    My husband will certainly be out of a job sometime within the next few months. We have not built up the 6 months’ salary in savings that everyone ways you’re supposed to have for situations like this. How are things going to work out OK? What if he can’t find a job in his chosen field? He lacks the advanced degree normally required for his current position.

    There are so many stories of how Jesus lauded people’s simple faith (the Roman centurion again), but how do we find that faith when life isn’t so simple, when the bad stuff happens? How do we keep up our faith when we’re not as lucky as Jairus, to have Jesus around in the flesh to raise up our dead loved ones?

    Sorry if this isn’t very comforting, but it’s certainly fresh for me right now. Especially as I have to keep all of this from my kids, because they are too little to be burdened with these adult worries. So we keep our happy faces on, trying to find a way into the future.

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