Content to Struggle

Submitted by Libby on Mon, 07/23/2018 - 04:04

It’s hard for me to say
Or describe what I feel
Though I’m physically better,
It does take time to heal.

It all began with me
And a thoughtless inspiration
Which caused an injury
And cut off my respiration.

On Thursday night, I flew
To a hospital to stay
But I don’t remember much,
You see, they knocked me out that day.

I woke on Friday evening—
Two fractures in my skull.
Alarmed, I prayed to God who yet
I knew was in control.

Sunday came, and in its wake
I learned to walk alone.
That afternoon, a miracle:
They told me to go home.

Though the Lord heals quickly,
It is hard to be content
With life the way I live it now,
So full of such dissent.

I struggle in my heart
As I think of everything
That I cannot do this year,
Though I planned so many things.

I cannot run, I cannot jump,
I cannot even dance.
Depressing, right? It makes me see
My summer at a glance:

No reading books for long hours,
No staring at a screen.
Such things would give my head an ache,
As nice as they might seem.

Of course, it’s only for my good,
S just sit back and rest.
Get bored, be glum but don’t do much—
I know…it’s for the best.

Inside, my heart rebels,
Fr I cannot stand restraints.
My mind is overwhelmed,
Filled with dozens of complaints.

At points I say I’m happy,
And I actually think it, too,
But always deep inside
I feel a hurt that’s all too true.

A throbbing ache inside my heart
Begins to weary me;
My scars have chained me to the floor,
And I cannot break free.

One day I sat and typed these words"
“My life is very sad.”
Then suddenly it hit me hard
Life's really not that bad.

My head begins to whirl
In the shock of everything—
I feel like life is upside down,
My hopes have taken wing!

When did I start to change?
I hardly know at all!
But I’ve been growing different
Ever since I took that fall.

Amazed, I look at life anew,
Perspectives changed around.
Now I can see new purpose;
In my life, new worth I’ve found!

My God has used my injury
For purposes His own,
And now I see His hand at work
In countless ways unknown.

His peace lives on inside my heart,
And from His Word of power,
I’m learning how to be content
And smile each precious hour.

I am content to struggle,
For each struggle teaches me
That God can create beauty
Even through this injury.

Author's age when written


Libby, this is so well done! So raw and sweet and thoughtful and true.

I am praying for you as you continue to heal. Feel free to call me any time you’re feeling particularly bored and I will try my best to cheer you up and remind you of all the reasons God has given you to smile. I love you, my sweet friend!

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

... and I'm so glad that you are well enough to still write, even though you don't get much screen time. I really like how you've captured your thoughts and struggles so well with simple meter and rhyme.

I've been praying for you. I know God is doing something truly beautiful in your life right now. Keep resting, dear cousin. :)

"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle

Awesome job, Libby! This is really well-written! And I'll continue keeping you in my prayers!

“You are doing something great with your life—when you are doing all the small things with His great love.” - Ann Voskamp

Thank you all so much for your sweet comments and your prayers. I just added the last stanza, which unfortunately, I forgot to stick in last night. :P And the poem's even named because of it!
Anyways, thank you all. Everything you said means so much to me!

This is so well written Libby! Such a good reminder to us all that we can still find joy through our God even when we are struggling! I'm glad you are feeling better. I will continue to keep you in my prayers!

C.S. Lewis ~ "He died not for men, but for each man. If each man had been the only man made, He would have done no less."

Good job, Libby!
Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice! Let your gentle spirit be known to all men. The Lord is near. Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Philippians 4:4-7

Trust in the Lord with all your heart

I am so sorry this happened to you and hope you have a rapid recovery! Of course my prayers are with you too. I'm so glad you took to write this poem - so charmingly written and composed. :) Especially love the last two stanzas. :)

Thank you very much for all your prayers. My recovery has been going so much more quickly than we have expected. Our God truly is great, and he really does listen to prayers, so thank you!
Also, Philippians 4:4-7 is such a powerful reminder and reassurance. Thank you for that, Jill.

Injuries sure can be a problem, can't they? If I were you, I would spend all my time outdoors, gazing off into the distance, listening to music, and writing poetry. (Really! scientific studies have shown that doing things like that are good for your brain! this way, your head might heal faster.) Love ya!

Liana Wood

Thank you, Liana - I miss you too! Frankly, I can't spend all my time outdoors, gazing off into the distance, but I am listening to music plenty and, as you can guess, I have been busy with poetry. Thank you for you sweet comment! :) I love you, too. ;)