When You Cling to the Rising

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Lately I have been obsessed with things that rise: bread, air balloons, my friend who left her abusive marriage, Jesus Christ.

What do all of these have in common? I mean I know they all rise, but why? What is the thing that makes them rise?

It isn’t just scientific study and my kids at a STEM school that make me wonder why these things might rise. My kids are being taught to “notice and wonder,” and I am noticing and wondering right alongside them.

It happened out of nowhere, this conversation I was having. It wasn’t that I hadn’t had the conversation before, it was just that it had really only been with God. God was pressing something on my heart and I was pressing back.

“But how? How are we going to accomplish that, God? How is this going to happen?” It was one of those chicken and egg problems. I needed a space to generate the art to get the funds, but I needed the funds to get the space where I could put the artist. I really needed an artist, but I didn’t have the funds or the space for that either.

I had been dreaming with my pastor about the intersection of art and justice. If God is a creative God who creates all people to create, what does that say about the lack of opportunity for our brothers and sisters who are experiencing homelessness, who do not have access to ways of creation? No laptop for writing, no instruments, no paint and brushes and easels. How can we facilitate all people to create in the image of our creator? These were the questions we were asking, but we hadn’t even begun articulating an answer, when an artist showed up to eat breakfast with us.

What he needs is studio space. I heard it in my heart, and practically behind my head, to the left, if we’re being totally honest. And space was the thing I had, even if it was not yet re-finished and still in need of some basic sweeping out. So I offered, he accepted and all of a sudden I had an artist-in-residence.

The spirit rose that day, quickly enough so the both of us could catch the tail and get lifted just enough off the ground of our “but how’s?” He was being called back into creation, though there seemed to be no way forward for him, either. But we both caught the same rising, and for just a minute we were moved from our places into an existence neither one of us thought possible.

It can be scary up there, with your feet off the ground and your hand clutched simply to a movement of the spirit. It can be terrifying to walk around the local hardware store as you put wood and paint and sanders into your cart wondering if this will ever come to anything. Look down, and there are all the pitfalls you could drop into in a second. You can see the possibility if you just look up. There is just so much that could go wrong, up here hanging onto the spirit rising. Just so many ways we could fall and get bruised by the reality of this world.

What if he never comes back? Without a cellphone or an address, there is no way for me to track him down. What if he doesn’t come when he says he will? What if he just disappears and leaves me with nothing but birch plywood and empty dreams?

What about his “what ifs”? What if I change my mind? What if we decide this thing is too crazy and too risky and it just isn’t going to work for us? What if we don’t like his art? What if we suddenly decide he is too much work, too much effort? What if his big dream is just our pet project we decide to abandon?

We both have a lot to lose up here with our feet in the air, our hand clutched to the rising.

He has fallen farther than I can describe. I’ve been broken after a rising seemed to dissipate into the air. The rising of the spirit is a terrifying thing. But the view from the air is remarkable. There are a whole second set of “what ifs” to think about.

What if this does work? What if this is the start to something really beautiful, and really imaginative, and really only able to be constructed by God? What if the rising lands us in a land so far above our heads we are able to reach and practically touch heaven? What if this rising is our road to the kingdom of God?

I hope I can one day answer those questions. I hope I can tell you just exactly where this thing takes us. I hope the rising will not lead to an untimely falling and failing of the dream. I don’t have those answers yet. I’m only just clinging to the rising of the spirit. But I believe in the rising. I believe in the work that can only be done by God. I can tell you from the view in the air of this rising that it isn’t wise to spend too much time looking down. The pitfalls are terrifying, but the possibilities … the possibilities could only be constructed by a very creative God.

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Abby Norman
Abby Norman lives, and loves in the city of Atlanta. She lives with her two hilarious children and a husband that doubles as her biggest fan. When not mothering, teaching, parenting or “wifeing”, she blogs at accidentaldevotional.com. Abby loves to make up words and is excited by the idea that Miriam Webster says you can verb things.
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  • This has been my heart forever. But more so the past two weeks.
    Thank you for seeing people, for hearing, loving, caring, asking, meeting with, and taking action.
    I see the heart of this project and I pray that it flourishes. Cx

    • Abby Norman

      thank you. it is still a tiny seed, but it is growing. I appreciate these prayers.

  • “I had been dreaming with my pastor about the intersection of art and justice.”
    This sentence made my heart flutter. Thrilling. Fly high!!

    • Abby Norman

      It is a really interesting intersection.

  • Your “what ifs” are as glorious as resurrection — and as uplifting as a scene from Mary Poppins or Charlie and the Chocolate Factory! Can words be like “fizzy lifting drink” on a Monday morning? Apparently, yes.

    • Abby Norman

      I love this.

  • Lisa Tindal

    Beautiful, why am I so afraid of the heights in which God restfully waits for my part of his plan?

    • Abby Norman

      because it is scary! But worth it!

  • The view from the air is remarkable. Too often I forget when I’m firmly planted on the ground. Thanks for this beautiful encouragement to rise.

    • Abby Norman

      …and scary….and remarkable.

  • Helene Burns

    This is so great! I celebrate your collective bravery to rise – I love that it means that others get to rise with you too. Just beautiful.

    xo

    • Abby Norman

      thanks. it is scary and messy to do it this way!

  • Thank you for reminding me that hope is our daily bread in the liminal space in which we find ourselves. I find myself able to take a deep breath after reading your words.

  • What a beautiful weaving of desire and serendipity and justice.