I was asked Saturday morning to take some professional pictures for one of our contractor friends. They offered to hire me, but seriously? No.
I smiled and agreed to the request, wanting to help out these great people. But inside-- turmoil. The fact that it was a professional thing rather than creative took some of the ache away. Yet- I found myself still wondering if I could do it and wondering what it might cost emotionally.
Maybe it's going to be easy. Though, for the analysis of it, the timing was pretty bad. Friday night I seemed to hit a wall. All the busy work of so many birthdays and special occasions, combined with going out of town, combined with all the emotion that seems to fly in out of nowhere and attach itself to all these events....it all added up. Friday night about 10 pm I realized I had gone too far. Too little sleep, too much emotion not processed, too many thoughts in my head. The pain was so intense I wanted to scream or run. Maybe both. The problem was I had a little boy with a birthday and 4 awake boys in my living room. There was no escape. :) Thankfully, I was so exhausted that sleep finally came. But, Saturday morning I was still trying to sort through all that rawness and then came the photography request and I felt my heart squeeze with pain. So weird how it is connected like that. Even weirder (if that's a word)- is that sometimes I think I can almost pick up my camera. Like, I'm so close and my rational self says, "What's the big deal?! Do it!" And then, sometimes within an hour of that blissful lack of pain, those moments of confidence and rest- BOOM. The weight and hurt of so many things tumble back in. It's been catching me at the strangest, most unanticipated times.
A person at church said to me, "Dawn, keep taking those pictures." I was touched by the encouragement but could only respond with, "I can't right now." I think the biggest spiritual lesson for me these days is patience. It applies to every area of my life. And it applies to this photography stuff, and to the pain. I want it to go away. NOW. But, I have to endure it and I need to be patient. I yearn to be more patient in all things. So often, I need to remind myself to say, "Ok, Lord. You have left it here for a good purpose. I trust you."
One day, there will be healing and I don't think this hiatus is permanent. I think it is a season.