in the dark with our demons

It's a line from a song by The Oh Hellos called "I Have Made Mistakes." It made sense before I felt broken in two, before the day I met grief, but it makes more sense now that demons are trying to live in my dark. [soundcloud url="https://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/112282421" params="color=ff5500&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false" width="100%" height="166" iframe="true" /]

Demons, like returning to a regular job and navigating crowded city streets and breathing in slow, evening minutes that seem painfully unaltered by Will's absence. Demons that stare at me in the lamplit dark of this little apartment and whisper things like, "What are you doing in this city?" and "Why Will?" and "Why don't you feel like being productive or looking presentable?" Demons.

But I keep hearing these words from the sermon at Will's service last Friday, "Death is not normal."

Nothing is normal now, except grief headaches pushing like bricks on my ears. Apartment hunting is different, marriage is different, sunshine is different, morning is different and friendship is different. I am different.

I am different and things won't get better because we were not created to die. We were created to live. Being alive is normal. Ten days ago, I could pretend that living was normal here on earth; I could pretend that everyone has time to dream and time to be lazy and time to have time. And then I answered an ominous phone call and drove across the country with my husband to hug a line of 450 people who loved my brother Will.

We are not forever young because we are not forever. It's a hard thing to reconcile, really. Will was not forever and I am not forever, but it feels like we should be - like we should have indefinite time to plan adventures and let laugh lines mark our faces.

We were made for life, so that is the "normal" we crave. But, in our sin we chose death, so that is the normal we face.

We severed that eternal thread when we decided to go our own way, but I have never yearned for life more than right now. I have never longed for eternity or ached for God's perfect "normal" than I do these days. I am holding tightly to the belief that Christ came to restore that order.

The normal we crave vs. the normal we face. The tension of the two is trying to break me in the dark with my demons - trying to make a defeated sluggard out of me.

I feel like I got painted into a watercolor and left out in the rain. I have made mistakes in my mourning and I'll continue to make them. I'll be impatient and silent and stubborn. I will refuse to look presentable and I will forget my manners. But I will not pretend to be strong. I will not pretend that we were created to die, that this "circle of life" is just "how it has to be." I want God's normal - the way He created Adam and Eve originally in the garden, before their decision to eat that rotten fruit and before my sin claimed the same rotten fate.

Sometimes the only thing keeping you from being defeated is believing you are not.

And I believe. Simple sermons are okay, I think, like this one my aunt sent me last night from Deuteronomy 33:27, "underneath are the everlasting arms." The everlasting arms holding me up also defeated the demons in my dark and made a place for me in heaven.


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