Being the Moon

I step to the mirror and this woman staring back is someone I barely know…I barely love. She’s the new one moved in last month who flies off the handle at the toaster not working and the tears over homework and her hand shakes and her insides quiver and this craving for food to satisfy the adrenaline pumping through veins is insatiable and I just want to crawl away to my monastery (wherever that may be) and hide for the next eight months of treatment on this miracle yet cursed drug we call prednisone. But it’s the confused gaze from little ones that makes this heart break in two and the conversations that go something like this:

Help Girl: “Mom why is your nose running?” Me: “Because I’m crying.” Help Girl: “Why are you crying?” Me: “Because this medicine is making me crazy.” Help Girl: “I thought you liked crazy?” Me: “I do when it’s crazy fun and not crazy sad or crazy angry.” Help Girl: “Well just tell your body not to cry!”…..and I wish it were all as simple as that.

The inner dialogue doesn’t quiet.  Who are you really? Will anyone still love you in nine months? Will you be able to love yourself, or forgive yourself, and be loved in return? Ahhh, nine months.  I’ve been through nine months of growing and stretching broad three times over to discover that change can be what widens the heart.  So what is it that keeps me from embracing it this time around? Sure, there won’t be a fuzzy headed sweet smelling infant to clutch at the end, but it’s either grow a new person in this space of time or whither and shrivel to bitterness and anger. It’s a choice.  Everyday is a choice to wake up and face the raging inner battle that says I am not enough, I am not lovable, I am not all that while being willing to embrace, believe, experience, when all else screams otherwise, that He is enough, He loves me first, He is ALL THAT and more and in Him I can do all things and whatever comes my way I can know there will be joy!

I walk by the mirror and it takes me by surprise, again, this face gaping round. The doctors said it would happen a phenomena called “moon face” as steroids redistribute fat in the body.  I had hoped to be the exception and yet here I stand with all the classic symptoms glaring.  I’ve been through years of shrinking where illness sloughed pounds off the body and I thought I would fade into non-existence and I was scared, and now I’m scared as I fumble to fully love the woman in transformation once again because you can hide a lot but you cannot hide your face…it is who you are and too often by what you are known.

The last rays of sunset stream through windows, clouds all pink flit through skies grey and I wonder about the sun setting and the moon rising.  The moon in all it’s glory reflecting only the light from the sun.  Could it be that the next nine months are about transformation as I ascertain what it is for me to reflect the Son? Humbling myself enough to admit that it isn’t all about me? That it’s not how I shine but how He shines in me? Could I believe that change is beautiful because He is beautiful and the work He is doing in me far outweighs the physical alterations? Am I willing to be the moon reflecting all He is to a world peering in? To embrace and not discard or shame my face but allow it to embody a reminder of who I am and who He is and what I am not without Him? Because if I am to see the face of God, to be the face of God, to this wounded and bleeding world I cannot stay the same.  There must be metamorphosis.

I pull on my coat to step out into the night these hands slowly uncurling, unfurling, stretching wide to grasp how deep, how vast this Love’s lavished and I walk by the mirror, frown turned smiling for this moon face…could it be that it’s shining?

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10 thoughts on “Being the Moon

  1. Your transparency is inspiring, Joanna. Keep seeking Divinity in the daily; these lessons are whispers of the Holy Spirit inviting, purging, reflecting and growing. Like returning to look for your butterfly where you put him on pause, never let the inspiration pass you by.

    • Yes dear friend I do 🙂 Thought of you often as I wrote this post. Moons are a beautiful thing and so is grace in the middle of metamorphosis.

  2. Beautifully expressed, Joanna. Your insights inspire me.

    The Lord hears your heart cry and feels your pain. Transformation is never easy, but in the Lord it’s worth it. May your face and life continue to reflect the beautiful love and light of God as he helps you adjust to these changes in your body and emotions. I’m praying for you.

    • We need each other don’t we these feeble hearts stumbling along? Thank you for your prayers and encouragement. It is all truly grace..

  3. I love reading your blog… It’s beautiful and full of truth and honesty. God loves when we come to Him with all these feelings… Good or bad… He is willing to share so much when we are real… Friend to friend. I love you and I’m with you!

  4. Yes so true! Vulnerability often the first step towards healing. Thank you for standing with this feeble heart. We need each other!

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