Thoughts After Edel

Here you are now/ fresh from your wars/ back from the edge of time/ and all that you were stripped to the bone/I thought you’d want to know
When you feel the world is crashing all around your feet/ come running headlong into my arms/ breathless/I’ll never judge you/I can only love you/come now running headlong into my arms breathless
Lay down your guns/too weak to run/nothing can harm you here/and your precious heart broken and scarred somehow you made it through/I only ask that you won’t go again
So glad to see you smiling, so good to hear you laugh, I think that you’ll find you even missed yourself, I’m only asking this cause I think that truth be told, you’ll never go again.
Better Than Ezra, Breathless

I heard this song on my iPod during the flight home and it struck me how much these words are the words that God whispered to each of us this weekend, particularly those who came here struggling.

It is good that you are here. These words from Hallie reached out and pierced through insecurity, doubt, anxiety, and sometimes, pain and let us know that we were seen, we were wanted, and here in this space at the Edel Gathering, we did not have to hide. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I mean, this a group of women who had to go on the internet to make friends and find others who value what we value and love what we love. Probably 75% of us would describe ourselves as reserved or possibly an introvert.

Yet what I witnessed at Edel was a sense of community so strong that I wondered if we’d somehow all known each other for years. Then I remembered; We did. Though we may have broken bread at the same tables and shared the dance floor for the first time yesterday, many of these women have been sharing their hearts, thoughts, and words with one another for years. We may have only met this weekend, but we’ve known each other all along. I saw the beautiful face of a college friend I had not seen for 7 years, and we talked together as though no time had passed at all. I met a woman who attends my (admittedly huge and brand new) parish and who I met for the first time 500 miles from home. In addition to these, I was so blessed to spend time with women whose words have inspired me to take a risk and be vulnerable with you all in my words. They have challenged me to live my faith more consistently, and to think about things in new ways, to fill in the gaps that exist in my limited life experiences. Dostoyevsky has said that “beauty will save the world” and this weekend I saw a tiny glimpse of how that just might look.

I walked into the Edel Gathering so overwhelmed by the enormity of my life right now with three children under age 4, twins, and a husband I never get to spend time with, the strain of it all beginning to tug on the seams of our very happy marriage. As usual, the Enemy prowls around looking for a foothold, and found one in a terrible fight Atticus and I had early in the week before I left. In the interest of authenticity and embracing vulnerability, I will tell you that there was a part of me, in the wake of the fight, that contemplated not coming back from Texas, but rather running away from my life and hiding forever. I didn’t even have the words for it, but I was drowning in plain sight. I was wondering how I could go on one more day, let alone week, month, year…lifetime in this vocation, wondering if, as I was told by countless others, it actually would ever get any easier. I was feeling so unworthy of being with these women, who are holy, and brilliant, and beautiful. Because, you see, I am a mess. All of this was swirling around and around me on Friday when I arrived, a storm cloud of misery. By the time I left on Sunday, sharing a taxi with a new friend, I was 100% certain that I was where I was meant to be. That it indeed was good that I was here. That all of us were here.

Marion, the first speaker, spoke words anointed directly by the holy Spirit. I am convinced of this. Nearly every one of us did cry, almost cried, or experienced chills during her amazing talk about the need for community, support, and vulnerability for mothers yes, but for all of us Catholic women. We are swimming upstream in a culture that would not care if we drowned, and we need each other. We need to know our sisters in Christ love us and see us for who we are. We need the highlight reels of each others lives, yes, for certain. It is good to celebrate the beauty all around us and to show the world what is good and holy in our lives. But we also need to let the mask fall, especially with our sisters in Christ. Especially when we are together. It has to be ok for us to fall apart, so these beautiful and holy women can be the hands that God uses to put us back together again. We are each of us carrying enormous and sometimes invisible burdens. We are each of us scarred and broken and healing. The beauty of these women, and maybe even in me, is that when we risk everything to share our broken, bleeding hearts, they do not turn away. Instead, they open theirs.

Jen spoke on Saturday night about the vast cathedrals we are building. We Catholic women. Mothers, yes, but all of us. Those in religious life who are pouring out themselves as a libation for a world thirsting for love. Those single women who work so tirelessly to make the world a better place. Married women bearing the invisible and crushing cross of infertility, sub fertility, or a fear of even trying to have children because of traumas or plaguing insecurities. God has given each of us gifts to put at the service of life. The broken world in which we live has given us stories of sin, and redemption, and hope. Pope Francis has called the Church to a culture of encounter, where we truly engage with those we meet. A culture of encounter, and encounter rooted in love, will become a culture of life. We sisters build up the culture of life when we share our hearts with one another and accept the risk of being vulnerable, and accept the vulnerability of others.

Edel flung open the doors on this community and I sincerely hope they never close again. I write this on the plane ride home, knowing that chaos and beautiful noise will greet me as I walk through the door, tired from two long nights of talking with friends. I know the days will continue to be hard, and probably for a long time. I know there will be days, probably in the next week, when I feel too weak to love any more or to give any further. But now I know that when I feel the world is crashing all around my feet, I know that somewhere in this grand cathedral known as the Church, some sister in Christ is feeling it too. We can walk together, and the beauty of no longer hiding our brokeness from one another will start to change the world.

Dear sisters, whether you attended Edel or were unable to and felt sad or even betrayed because of that, I want to say this. The cathedral doors are open, and we want and need all of you inside.

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32 thoughts on “Thoughts After Edel

  1. That was very beautifully said sarah!! I had a ton of insecurities going in as well…and the message of the speakers was a gift from God! I only wish I could have had more time to get to know you and a lot of the other moms :)

  2. What a beautiful testimony! I wish I could have been there but your words took me there. Blessings on your reentry and for the days ahead.

  3. I never heard of edel until I read about it on Twitter. I would have loved to be there, to encourage all of you. I just want to hug you, and take you out to lunch, and be there for you all. God bless you, my friends.

  4. This is beautiful, Sarah. I am happy that you were able to go and connect with so many wonderful women.
    I wish I could have been there. Thank you for including those of that could not attend in your final thoughts. :)

  5. Lovely post Sarah! So good to hear you had a wonderful time. I wish I could’ve been there! God Bless!

  6. I didn’t go, because I couldn’t go (we had a family reunion). But I wanted to go. But I didn’t want to go. Because who would want to hang out with me? But this is great and beautiful and I appreciate the post!

  7. This is such an honest and heartfelt reflection, Sarah. Truly beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us, especially those of us who really wanted to be there but couldn’t. (BTW, did I mention to you that I LOVE the gratitude journal you send. Thank you so much!!) :-)

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  9. You are spot on. Beautiful thoughts, articulated perfectly.
    The culture certainly doesn’t care if we drown…but love will keep us afloat!
    xoxo

  10. What a terrific post, wonderfully written. I wasn’t there, but after reading this I feel I’ve gotten some of the good fruits of this holy gathering!

  11. Thank you. I have been drinking in posts about Edel and yours has made me feel the most what it was like to be there, to receive that message from the Holy Spirit. What a beautiful post.

  12. Excellent post, mama! Thank you for sharing. I am struck by how many of us were taunted by the Evil One, and almost believe that we weren’t wanted, needed, or had any business being there. OH HOW WRONG HE WAS, and how wonderful our guardian angels are for shushing him!

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  14. Thank you for sharing — I heard about it, and then, before I knew it, it was sold out! I would have felt nervous, too, if I had a chance to go…not smart enough, talented enough, lovely enough, faithful enough…thank you for showing me that those feelings would have evaporated in the spirit-filled atmosphere.

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  16. Thank you for this post. Sometimes I wonder if motherhood is truly as hard as I feel it is or if I’m just weak, but you are right. We are doing something that is difficult and near impossible without the gift of community. I hope that next year I am able to go because everything I have heard about it has sounded beautiful.

  17. I love this post. I am one of those who would have killed to attend, so I appreciate your addressing women like me. : )
    Glad to have found your blog. Big hugs!

  18. Hi Sarah — First time visitor to your blog (it’s lovely, btw), and I echo the sentiments that Rosemary wrote above. While I couldn’t make it this year, I have been relishing (and laughing and crying) my way through the different points of view recapping the experience. Even from 1700 miles and a computer screen away, it is clear to me how strongly present the Holy Spirit was at the gathering, and how He continues to inspire the reflections shared thereafter. Thank you for sharing yours!

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  20. I have had this open on my browser all day and am reading it…piecemeal….bit by bit…because there’s so very much to ponder. Thank you for taking the time to write this down, Sarah. It is good for those of us who WEREN’T there to be able to attend in spirit.

    In THE Spirit, really. May God be blessed.

  21. Beautiful reflections – thank you for sharing. I wish I could have driven down to Austin and been a part of this, even though I definitely fit into the introvert category. But one thing I realized in seeing how deeply touched everyone who went seems to have been is, y’all who were able to go REALLY needed to be there this year and receive that grace and refreshment. So maybe I can go next year :)

    Hang in there. This truly is a challenging journey but it does help to remember we aren’t doing it alone!

  22. Thank you for sharing so honestly! I hope and pray the blessings of this weekend continue as you get back to the grind of raising little ones and caring for your husband. I also hope I can meet you next year at Edel!

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