Thursday night I had a stupendous fall. Our room is already cramped, but that day (in the usual run of things), it was also messy. Bedtime was approaching, and I was just trying to clear my way through the piles of clean clothes on the bed and on the floor, and separate the items that needed to be ironed.
Our bed is sandwiched between the wall and the open wardrobe, and there’s just enough space to move around, but not much more than that. On my side of the bed sat the folded ironing board, leaning against the partition wall, and the central vapor unit was sitting in the middle of the floor, with other books and articles scattered willy nilly. Whatever made me think a central vapor unit would make ironing any more enjoyable?
The empty plastic laundry basket formed a barrier between the foot of the bed and the partition wall, blocking my passage. And rather than moving it out of the way, I made the unhappy mistake of stepping into it.
And then the laundry basket slid on the teck floor. With one of my feet inside of it.
And in a move that could win some kind of home video award, Matthieu saw one arm and one leg fly into the air before completely disappearing from view on the other side of the bed. Trying to contain the internal hysteria that threatened to overwhelm him, he peered around the bed and found me on the floor, moaning and gasping, rocking and finally crying. His half-smile disappeared and he came over to me.
“Go away. Just go away,” I gasped.
He stepped back a little.
“No, go in the other room,” I said miserably, still rocking and crying.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because you can’t stand to see pain,” I replied.
It’s true. He is so sensitive. All you have to do is talk about an injury, even a slight one, and he gives a sharp intake of breath and shudders.
When he hears that, he comes over and holds my hand. “I’m not leaving you,” he said.
His hand is warm and comforting around mine, and it does help. It actually seems to reduce the pain. Slowly – very slowly, the pain dies away as the endorphins rush in like a drug, making me feel all warm and fuzzy. But I’m still crying.
In fact, as the pain recedes, the tears come on stronger until I’m crying like a baby. Weeping. Blubbering. I cry for at least a half hour.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I said. “I don’t know why I can’t stop crying.” After a minute, I added, “Maybe I feel picked on – like Satan tripped me or something and then he’s sitting there mocking me.”
“Did you get picked on a lot as a kid?” asked my ever-introspective husband.
“No … I mean – not physically.”
I got up tentatively and sat on the bed, weak from the ordeal. Upon a cursory examination, I found the injuries to be on the right side of my head, all along the right side of my ribs, and my right thigh and elbow, but the pain that stood out the most was my left knee. I couldn’t even remember how I could have landed in order to hurt such opposing members of my body; I only remember that I thought I was going to break my neck as I was on my way down.
“It was pretty comical when you fell,” Matthieu said, as I was trying to work out how I got my various aches.
“I know,” I replied. “I heard the hesitation, and saw you trying to hold back a smile when you came around the bed. I knew it must have looked funny.”
“Ah. Maybe that’s why you wanted me to go away – because you felt like I was the one mocking you.” Having an introspective husband has its benefits.
That night the pain in my knee died down quickly enough, but whenever I used my right hand, my elbow throbbed with pain. And I had trouble falling asleep as I carefully shifted from one side to the other, even though I was so exhausted from crying.
I’ve been reading a book on prayer lately, and the first part of the book talks about how God is longing to have a relationship with us. He’s longing to hear our prayers – in a “he runs through the fields, crawls on his hands and knees, throws his arms open wide from a long way off” kind of longing to commune with us. And when I opened the book the morning after the accident, I found myself on the chapter about how God longs to wipe the tears from our eyes. That caught my attention. Because there had been tears.
Then I read Psalm 147:3 “He heals the broken-hearted and binds up their wounds.”
And something strummed deep within me.
I’m so used to handling pain by myself, and pushing people away so I can cry in quiet, and ache in solitude. It’s the only way I know how; it’s the only way that’s safe.
But between the warmth of Matthieu’s hand around mine as I rocked back and forth in pain, and the warmth of God’s words in my heart that remedied the tears that continued to fall like a rain shower that shows no promise of stopping, I saw that there was something to letting people in when I suffer. There was something to the idea of letting them catch me when I fall.
When I woke up the next morning there were no bruises. I couldn’t believe it! There was no badge of honour – nothing to indicate that my whole body felt like it had been beaten to a pulp. It seemed unjust, somehow. I should look as bad as I feel!
But then, I suppose the suffering most in need of comfort is invisible to the naked eye.
Kerstin @ Auer Life says
It’s amazing how sometimes a single sentence can make you see things in a different way, give you this aha-moment.
The thing that I struggle with most, is making the effects of those moments last and find meaning in daily life.
I hope you’re all well!
ladyjennie says
Hi Kerstin, I’m much better – thanks. 🙂 I think my growth comes more from incremental advances than it does from aha-moments, but I have had a few of those too, and I think this might be one of them.
Alexandra says
This may just be the most stunning post of yours i have ever read.
I need to keep this with me always, the sheer beauty of it, the ugly beautiful, as we say in Spanish, leaves me still.
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ladyjennie says
This is very high praise, dear friend. Tell me how to say the ugly beautiful in Spanish, please.
dusty earth mother says
Oh, honey! (I’ve done that fall, by the way–are you surprised?)
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ladyjennie says
Complete with laundry basket, or limbs asunder? Either way, I’m not surprised at all.
Andrea says
This is beautiful. We all need to be given that tenderness that your husband gave to you when we fall. God knew that.
Isn’t it amazing how he comes to us through our tears?
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ladyjennie says
Yes. Our tears and our ridiculousness. 🙂
ladyjennie says
I’m learning it slowly. It’s a hard lesson for me to learn.
Ameena says
I’m so sorry you feel Jennie…so glad you had someone there to help you up. In more ways than one.
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ladyjennie says
Thanks sweet Ameena. 🙂
tracy@sellabitmum says
Oh wow – beautiful – and I hope you are okay. xo
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ladyjennie says
My knee still hurt in yoga today, but I am fine. Clumsy, but fine.
Elaine A. says
No bruises, wow! Maybe you just needed a little “pity party”, we all do sometimes. I adore the way your husband was there for you…
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ladyjennie says
Oh yes, that was a big ole pity party, and it felt pretty good, I must say.
My Inner Chick says
“He heals the broken-hearted and binds up their wounds.”
I love that verse.
I pray much differently after Kay was murdered. Now I pray like this: “Take it all God. I surrender all. I kneel at your feet. Take everything. I surrender all.”
O, that feels good (knowing God can take control) cuz I can’t do it alone, you know?
Love the post, Sweets. Xx your hubs sounds great!
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ladyjennie says
I think there is something very “Mary Magdalene” about being in that place of surrendering it all, and I know it’s precious in God’s sight.
Jackie says
First of all.. I’m glad that you’re okay! Falls are no fun at all. Second…. I have no words to express how much I enjoyed this post. Thank you.
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ladyjennie says
Thank you, dear Jackie.
anymommy says
This is beautiful, Jennie, and rings very true for me, especially that last line. I hope the bruises, inside and out, have healed.
Kim@Co-Pilot Mom says
I relate to your words. First of all, in the fall – which sounds very much like something that would happen to me. And then trying to deal with things on your own? That sounds like me, too. I am glad that you had comfort close by and hope you are feeling better.
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ladyjennie says
Thanks Kim. I wonder if klutziness and self-reliancy are synonymous. 🙂
Kimberly says
Good gracious dear. I’m sending you some bubble wrap, a helmet, and a giant hug STAT.
This line
“I’m so used to handling pain by myself, and pushing people away so I can cry in quiet, and ache in solitude. It’s the only way I know how; it’s the only way that’s safe.”
Hit home hard.
I know.
Know that i’m always here. xoxo
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ladyjennie says
This makes me laugh – the giant bubble wrap and helmet – would love the hug. 🙂