Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way
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Join New York Times bestselling author Shauna Niequist as she invites you to experience the precious gifts and wisdom that only come the hard way--through change, loss, and transition.
In this collection of poignant essays, Shauna reflects on her own journey of making peace with change, the nuanced mix of excitement and heartbreak that comes with it, and the practices that offer us strength and hope along the way.
When life comes at us in waves, our first instinct is to dig in our heels and control what we can. A keen observer of life with a lyrical voice, Shauna offers another way--the way of letting the waves carry us into a deeper awareness of God's presence in our lives, even in the midst of turmoil.
Drawing from her own experiences in a season of pain and chaos, Shauna shares her deeply personal struggles with:
- Difficult moves
- Career changes
- Marital stress
- Financial worries
- Life-altering loss
With honesty and hope, Shauna beautifully unwraps the complicated truth that in all things there is both something broken and something beautiful, that there is a moment of lightness even on the darkest of nights, and that rejoicing is no less meaningful when it contains a splinter of sadness. A tribute to life at the edges, Bittersweet is a love letter to the bittersweet and sacred work that change does in us all.
Praise for Bittersweet:
"Bittersweet is so delicious I wanted to douse it in butter and syrup and eat the whole thing. I fell into a deep and genuine depression when I read the last word and there were no more. Be kind and please treat yourself to this book. It is lovely and hilarious and poignant in all the best ways that make me so deliriously happy as a reader." --Jen Hatmaker, speaker and bestselling author of Fierce, Free, and Full of Fire and For the Love
Shauna Niequist
Shauna Niequist is the New York Times best-selling author of seven books, including I Guess I Haven’t Learned that Yet and Present Over Perfect. Shauna and her husband, Aaron, and their sons, Henry and William, live in New York City. Shauna is an avid reader and traveler, and a passionate gatherer of people, especially around the table.
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Reviews for Bittersweet
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5A sweet, heartfelt book. As a woman way past the stage of life Ms. Niequist was in when writing her book, most of it felt nostalgic for me, but I can see this being relevant and "a-ha" inspiring for women of the same stage or earlier.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5While I believe this book was more directed towards women I still found much it enjoyable as a male. Shauna touches on so much in this short book and draws the reader in and helps them relate(although again for me this did not happen as naturally.) Overall, pretty good but not great.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Shauna Niequiest's Bittersweet: thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way is a most enjoyable and inspirational read. She writes of ordinary events revealing a most extraordinary yet simple faith. The writing style is beautiful as well. I kept thinking if I were ever to write a book, I'd want to write one much like this!!! After reading it twice through, I gave my precious copy to my best friend, and promptly ordered another of Niequist's books!
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5In this book, Bittersweet, the author, Shauna Niequist, writes about growing through her struggles as she experiences the natural occurrences that most of us experience as we begin our journey in adulthood. Shauna Niequist speaks openly about her experiences and thoughts as she shares her journey as a young adult with family, work, friends, and traveling.The book is easy to read, many short chapters. For me, I found myself realizing that I am now living some of those moments that she experienced in the earlier years of her adulthood – the struggles, the confusion, the uncertainty and the moments of bliss. I recommend this book to younger women who are considering marriage and motherhood, or young women who are currently living in this stage of life like me.Her wisdom and experiences are learning stones to go by and that special friend you need to tell you that it is going to be okay. I have quoted her in my blog, on my social networking pages, to my friends and family—Shauna has a way with words and I am ecstatic that I was given the chance to read her book and learn from her story.I received this book as a give-away through Librarything.com and Booksneeze.com and I am not required to write a review, positive or negative.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I found this book to be easy to pick up when times get tough. You can read a single story or a number of them, all of which are inspiring.I haven't read the author's first book, so I cannot compare, but I think this book would be a wonderful gift for a Christian friend who is going through tough times.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I have to admit, when I first started reading "Bittersweet...", I was skeptical. After all, I'm not Christian, I don't really know what a 'housechurch' is and I don't live in the Midwest. However, Shauna Niequist's heartfelt essays about a difficult period in her life, when she was dealing with the loss of a pregnancy, losing a job and a community and moving to a different state resonated with me in a way I didn't expect. While some of the essays were a little bit repetitive at times and her assumption that her entire audience understood everything Christian, for the most part, they were honest and gave an interesting look into someone else's life.I do think she sometimes got bogged down in descriptions of food and people's houses in particular, but I liked how she also talked about how important those two things were to her and her family. Two of the essays that stood out to me were the essays when she talked about visiting California with a group of women she went to college with and the wistful way she talked about how she wished these women were involved in her day to day life; and the essay where she described a wedding where the bride left the maid of honor spot open because her maid of honor died.Overall, these essays may not appeal to everyone but they cured me of my skepticism. Now I just have to find out what a housechurch is.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I took a chance with “bittersweet”. I’m not sure why I chose it. It’s not at all the type of book I gravitate to. All the self-improvement preachy-type books especially the spiritual and religious ones are somehow a real turn-off for me. So, after receiving “bittersweet” my expectations were not tentative at best. How surprised I was when the book turned out to be truly enjoyable and uplifting. Shauna Niequist has managed to bring her faith and spirituality right into my face without turning me off or making me feel uncomfortable. Some parts of the book are really humorous and very believable when Shauna talks about experiences we’ve all had and somehow have stumbled through. Totally human experiences and how she’s handled them in good and sometimes not-so-good fashion. Her perspective on life is so keen, so wisdom-filled, you question if she can really be as young as she is. Her writing skills are extraordinary…..beautiful, meaningful descriptions of everything from eyelashes to fragrances to cold pizza. My only criticism would be the too frequent descriptions of what I’d call status food, which obviously are an important thing in Shauna’s life. I will certainly be looking for other books by this very talented author.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Reading this book was like having a conversation with a close friend, or reading one of my own journal entries. Sometimes we need to be reminded not to feel sorry for ourselves, this was my reminder. "Blueberries" was my favorite story. It made me cry and miss my grandma so so much. Also don't miss "things i don't do", "grace is new math", and "eight for eight". The prologue is so awesome and sucked me right in! Highly recommended!!
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This book didn't capture me the way her first story-telling book did. I found Bittersweet to be a tad more preachy and self-centered focused. I know this is a story-telling book, but found myself irritated more throughout the book than anything else. I appreciated some of her stories, and her honesty throughout. Many people have been down the same roads. It was just okay for me.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5As I have grown older I see the need personally and in community to share our stories, and especially the stories of faith and what God does in our lives. Shauna has created a series of essays that are introspective, even painful. She shares intimate details of feeling and revelation that enable us to identify with the depth of joy and pain - the bittersweet moments of her life. At best we can identify and appreciate those moments in our own lives. We can better share pain and joy in the lives of our friends and families and respond. I appreciate the urging to readers to share their own stories - sharing is needed in our lives and communities as we live, not merely exist.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This is a very raw and honest book about life as seen through the eyes of the author. The roller-coaster ride of living is masterfully woven as Mrs. Niequist tells small stories about her life. Using a journal-style of writing the reader is drawn into struggle, laughter, heartache, joy, and thought as each story bares a small piece of the author's soul. I found myself stopping several times to think about what I just read. This book does just that: makes the read stop and think. A well written book and a must read. It was so good that I went out to a retail store to purchase another work by the author: Cold Tangerines. If you know me, I almost never shop retail. This book caused a very rare exception.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Excellent read! Shauna has a great talent for "turning a phrase" with poignancy. Her openness invited a vicarious journey with her emotions. Hard to put down once you start reading because of the introspection it induces. (Thankfully, it was not about her father - she stands on her own talents!)
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Reading this book was like eavesdropping on a deep, candid conversation between my wife and her best friend. The the effectiveness of the book comes in the "everydayness" of her personal stories, and the ways that forms connections with the reader. The author's personna is that of someone who is likeable, who has a interesting stories and thoughtful perspectives. Each chapter has a different topic, and the Christian inspiration is gently applied. If Hollywood was pitching this book, they might say it's "Blue Like Jazz" for a female demographic.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This book was all about seeing the good in the bad things that happen to you. It was just like a girlfriend chatting with you. It was a good christian book that makes me think differently about how to deal with life events.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Niequist is a very good writer and this series of essays regarding her coming to terms with difficult situations is well written and engaging. She writes with humor and at times wisdom. And, while Niequiest makes the point that life is bittersweet very well, what one is left with at the end of the book is, very simplistically, that some things work out well and some don't. There is also a sense of entitlement and secularism in this book that left me not liking it as much as I wanted to given the allusions to faith. If you want a fun and engaging read, this will fill the ticket. If you are looking for, or expecting more, you'll be left wanting at the end.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5While reading Shauna Niequist's first book, Cold Tangerines, I enjoyed myself but felt something was missing. The world seemed a bit TOO rosy. It's nice to say that a certain way of looking at life is healthy and to be optimistic, but I found myself asking, "What about when this tragedy happened in my life? This doesn't all fit together the way you're suggesting it does." Bittersweet picks up where Cold Tangerines left off, and for the first time, I felt my sorrow COULD fit into this optimistic life.
Bittersweet is subtle, but perfect in it's portrayal of life. It's still optimistic, but in a way that allows room for us to both cry AND laugh. I'm not sure I'm making any sense, so I'll end by saying this has become a deeply personal book for me, and I recommend it to everyone. - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Shauna writes about grace, sorrow, food, friendship and courage openly. Underlying her story of faith, is also a tale of courage and perseverance.
A beautifully written memoir, with such explicit descriptions of home-made goodness that I drooled a little while reading. And filled with so much grace, for herself, for others, for life, that I can see a way forward to living today and tomorrow a little lighter in step. - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Shauna Niequist, author of Cold Tangerines, returns to writing and her signature style of simple but poignant observations on faith in everyday life in her latest book Bittersweet. Subtitled thoughts on change, grace, and learning the hard way, Niequist does not shy away from discussing her own personal struggles and pain. Her candid honesty and conversational tone connects the reader to her words and her life making her message stronger, clearer, and more profound. Each of the small chapters works as a stand-alone essay, but they all tie together smoothly. Whether reading one passage at a time or several in one sitting, the book has a smooth pace. Niequist is ultimately quotable, too; and I found myself dog-earring multiple pages knowing that there were several lines I wanted to come back and reflect on at a later time. The title of the book comes from Niequist's idea that a full life requires both bitterness and sweetness. She says, "When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow." In a later chapter about friendship and the trap of always trying to appear perfect she explains, "We slip into believing that it's better to strive for perfection than to accept and offer one another grace." And among many brilliant thoughts on writing she offers the insight, "Writing wakes me up, lights me on fire, opens my eyes to the things I can never see and feel when I'm hiding under the covers, cowering and consumed with my own failures and fears."Niequist is not ashamed to share her "failures and fears" with the reader but it is obvious that what she states about writing is true. In the written word she truly does shine and her words are perfectly chosen and powerful, creating a work to be reread, reflected on, and ruminated over long after the final page is turned.
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Bittersweet - Shauna Niequist
PREFACE
Today is the last school day of this year—of this decade, actually. It’s the Friday before Christmas, bitterly cold, but the sky over Manhattan is clear blue. You can feel the swirl of the holidays all around. This morning, I went to our younger son’s elementary school for a family breakfast. Together the parents and kids made a paper chain, one link each for something we’re thankful for. Someone brought bagels and cream cheese, and someone else brought blueberries and bananas, and we brought juice, and everyone was extra grateful for whoever made a beautiful crumb cake—more crumb than cake, very much a hit with both parents and kids.
The kids were bouncing off the walls—from both the cake and the fact that it’s the last day till winter break. The parents looked harried and tired. I felt harried and tired. But we made our paper chains, crouching down to be level with their tables, wielding glue sticks and markers.
What I’m thankful for today: For that third-grader and his brother, a seventh-grader. For their dad, my husband, Aaron. For a faith whose central stories are not of pomp and circumstance but a teenage couple, a baby, a star. Christmas is rapidly approaching, and with each passing year, I have less capacity for the sparkle and more affection for the simpler sounds and sights: a hymn, the bread my Aunt Mary makes every year, the Advent book we read every night before bed.
I wrote Bittersweet ten years ago—can that be? And when I reread it, I see a young woman who is longing for a sibling for her young son, and also longing for a sense of stability and safety in the world. She feels upended by everything she can’t control, and through the writing of the book, she pushes more and more deeply into her faith, almost daring it to fail her, daring it to prove unable to hold the weight of her grief and fear. But it does hold. And more than that, it reshapes her heart page by page, and she becomes a little more faithful and a little less fearful along the way.
Ten years later, it all still rings true: a woman who wants more guarantees than life offers, who has learned the hard way that safety and stability are temporary states, and that change and discomfort are unavoidable parts of life as a grown-up. I don’t think of myself as a change-averse person—until I have to do it, and then I’m forced to face the truth about myself, which is that I like change just fine, as long as it’s completely on my terms and timelines. And maybe I’m not the only one.
What they say is true: The second book (or album or show or whatever) is always harder than the first, for at least two reasons. First, you’ve written all your best stories. The first book gets all the best material that you’ve been living and working out for your whole life, and then the second book gets, like, the next eighteen months of life and material. Inherently, this is not going to go well. You’ve left it all on the field, and now all of a sudden, there’s supposed to be more to say about . . . anything?
The second reason it’s harder is because now that you’ve written one book, you’ve been exposed to the truth of publishing, namely, that most of us are not, in fact, instant bestselling authors, and also that there are actual human people who hate our books and tell us all about it on the internet. Before the first book comes out, you can harbor this sweet, secret belief that you might be a genius and everyone’s about to find out and also you might actually be the first and only person in history to write a book that is universally loved. This is impossible, but you don’t have to face that fact till the first book is published.
Cold Tangerines, my first book, was a book about celebration—I can do that. I love that. That’s my jam. And even though in the course of writing it I had to live through and then write through getting fired from a job I loved, and all the attending wounds and broken relationships surrounding it, I still knew where true north was: happiness, goodness, hope, celebration.
This book, though, felt like falling down a mineshaft. Who wants to read this mess? I wondered, over and over. As I neared the deadline, I kept hoping for hope, for good news, for if not a happy ending then at least one that wasn’t quite so dire. But there was no happy ending. I wrote the epilogue through tears, almost apologetically—I’m sorry, dear reader, that I can’t give you what I wanted to give you.
I wanted the ending to be beautiful, an unmistakable sign of hope. But I couldn’t find one, and I couldn’t pretend. The book did not end with hope, but it did end with comfort. I didn’t have much hope, but I did have a sense of the comfort of Christ. I remember so clearly driving home at dusk one night just after that second miscarriage and almost whispering the phrase Christ my comforter, Christ my comforter. I whispered it under my breath over and over. Sometimes it helped.
I never wanted to be known for writing about miscarriage—that wasn’t what I was intending to do in this book. But to this day, I get messages from all over the world that this book kept someone company while she was grieving, or this book was left on a front porch with a note attached, or this book stayed on a nightstand through the howling storms of miscarriage and infertility. I can’t tell you what that means to me. If someone had asked me to write about getting through either of those things, I would have said, Of course not—I’m not an expert. All I have is my own experience.
Sometimes, though, that’s enough to bridge the gap that needs to be bridged from one lonely, terrified heart to another.
This is the deal, it seems: when you decide to write or create art in any way, you have the honor and the challenge of connecting with people in the most tender parts of their own lives, writing from the most tender parts of your own.
I’ve been writing books for almost fifteen years, and for every one of those years, I have loved my work and have been so grateful to be an artist and a storyteller. But the single thing that has tripped me up more than any other part of it has been writing about my pain, particularly while it was still fresh, while it was still unfolding, while it still felt like there was a concrete block on my chest. But maybe that’s part of the calling, even though I’ve resisted that part for so long.
Maybe this process—writing a new preface to an old book—is an invitation to accept the last piece of the puzzle, the last key to this wonderful, challenging vocation: that the most valuable part of what writers do is grapple with their own pain. As a reader, I know that’s true. When I think about the memoirs, especially, that I’ve loved, it’s the ones that have the howl, the despair, the glinting darkness.
Writing that matters, or that matters to me, is like sitting at a loom and unraveling each thread of your loss and your fear and your disillusionment and your loneliness, pulling it back and forth across the loom, over and over, each wound, each loss, until over time, those dark threads become a garment, a blanket that can be wrapped around a lonely person who desperately needs to know that they’re not the first and not the last to feel bereft or terrified. In some seasons, I’ve resisted the requirements of it—scared by the depth of my own pain, daunted by the volume of critics, exhausted by the hours and years spent absorbing other people’s opinions about my life.
But this is what I do. This is cosmic, spiritual recycling: I hold out my broken heart and God puts his hand on it, and in his grace, he allows it to be used in the repair of another heart, almost like a transplant, like a grafting, like a resurrection.
I don’t go looking for pain. Even after everything I’ve learned about how sharing our pain transforms both the writer and the reader, I’m still more comfortable in the happy, sweet spaces. Maybe I always will be. But with each passing year, I try to get more comfortable in the dark. I do my best to allow my pain to be used in the healing and restoration of anyone who needs it.
When you’re feeling joy and happiness and hope, it’s easy to feel connected to people. You feel the collective rising joy all around you—color and happiness and cute children and blue skies. But pain, in my experience, is inherently isolating. There are two problems, then: your pain, and the loneliness you feel in that place of pain. Part of a writer’s job is to offer up their own pain as a connection point for someone else. Offering up your joy is the easy part. Offering up your pain or confusion or loss—that’s the calling part.
Bittersweet is still a word that resounds with me in such deep ways. It’s a pleasing word to write and also to say out loud, and to a word person like me, that matters. It’s also a word that captures so much about life, about the reality of a beautiful and broken world, about the interplay between darkness and light, about that knife-edge where joy and pain intersect in all our hearts.
I was naive enough when I wrote this book to believe that bittersweet would be a phase for me, a season, and then the normal part of life would resume—the sweet part. I believed that bittersweet was a temporary condition, an aberration.
Since that time, I’ve been through some seasons that were almost entirely bitter, where sweetness was nowhere to be found, nights that were so dark my eyes never adjusted and so long I almost lost hope that dawn would ever come.
Now I know that bittersweet is where we spend most of our lives—if we’re lucky, that is. I was young enough and inexperienced enough with loss and heartache to believe that they were anomalies, and now I know that fear and pain are woven right into the very fabric of our world, of our lives. This is how it is. There’s goodness. And there’s wreckage. There’s joy. And there’s betrayal. There’s beauty. And there’s destruction.
This is life. This is bittersweet. This is how it is—most of the time for most of us.
And if this is true, then we might as well try to get comfortable here, here in the dark and light, the beautiful and terrible territory, here in the land of bittersweet. It’s not a neighborhood, like I thought it was, something to drive through quickly on your way to the next uncomplicated happiness. It’s a land where most of us will spend most of our lives, and so let’s learn to live well in it, to tell the truth about it, to stare it down instead of looking away. To celebrate what we can when we can, but also to get comfortable with the language of sorrow.
If you find yourself in the territory of bittersweet, please know that you’re not alone, and that even though it may not seem like it at first, it’s not so bad here. It’s not sparkly or simple. It’s not shiny or perfect. But this is a place where good things grow, fertile soil for resilience, forgiveness, peace, courage. This is where you can sit shoulder to shoulder with people who’ve struggled just as you’re struggling now. This is where God does his best work, his most tender healing, most breathtaking transformations. This is bittersweet.
Shauna Niequist
December 20, 2019
New York, New York
prologue
BITTERSWEET
The idea of bittersweet is changing the way I live, unraveling and reweaving the way I understand life. Bittersweet is the idea that in all things there is both something broken and something beautiful, that there is a sliver of lightness on even the darkest of nights, a shadow of hope in every heartbreak, and that rejoicing is no less rich when it contains a splinter of sadness.
Bittersweet is the practice of believing that we really do need both the bitter and the sweet, and that a life of nothing but sweetness rots both your teeth and your soul. Bitter is what makes us strong, what forces us to push through, what helps us earn the lines on our faces and the calluses on our hands. Sweet is nice enough, but bittersweet is beautiful, nuanced, full of depth and complexity. Bittersweet is courageous, gutsy, earthy.
Nearly ten years ago, my friend Doug told me that the central image of the Christian faith is death and rebirth, that the core of it all, over and over again, is death and rebirth. I’m sure I’d heard that before, but when he told me, for whatever reason, I really thought about it for the first time. And at the time, I didn’t agree.
What I didn’t understand until recently is that he wasn’t speaking to me as a theologian or a pastor or an expert, but rather as a person whose heart had been broken and who had been brought back to life by the story God tells in all our lives. When you haven’t yet had your heart really broken, the gospel isn’t about death and rebirth. It’s about life and more life. It’s about hope and possibility and a brighter future. And it is, certainly, about those things.
But when you’ve faced some kind of death—the loss of someone you loved dearly, the failure of a dream, the fracture of a relationship—that’s when you start understanding that central metaphor. When your life is easy, a lot of the really crucial parts of Christian doctrine and life are nice theories, but you don’t really need them. When, however, death of any kind is staring you in the face, all of a sudden rebirth and new life are very, very important to you.
Now, ten years later, I know Doug was right. I’ve thought about his words a thousand times in the last few years, a season in my own life that has felt in some moments like death at every turn. I’ve begun to train my eyes for rebirth, like looking for buds on branches after an endlessly long winter. I know that death is real, and I trust that rebirth is real, too.
Christians, generally, aren’t great at lament and mourning. Jews are really better at lament, maybe because they’ve had more practice. My favorite part of a Jewish wedding is the breaking of the glass. Like most Jewish traditions, there are a whole bunch of interpretations: some say that all the shards of broken glass suggest loads of future children and future happiness. Some say that the breaking of the glass references the irreversible nature of marriage: in the same way that the glass can never be put back together after it’s been broken, two people can never be separated once they’ve been connected by marriage. But my favorite interpretation is the one where the wine in the glass is a symbol for all of life, and when the bride and groom drink it, they accept both the bitter and the sweet aspects of life. They accept that sometimes they’ll celebrate and sometimes they’ll mourn, in the same way that sometimes they’ll drink wine and sometimes glasses will shatter.
This collection is an ode to all things bittersweet, to life at the edges, a love letter to what change can do in us. This is what I’ve come to believe about change: it’s good, in the way that childbirth is good, and heartbreak is good, and failure is good. By that I mean that it’s incredibly painful, exponentially more so if you fight it, and also that it has the potential to open you up, to open life up, to deliver you right into the palm of God’s hand, which is where you wanted to be all along, except that you were too busy pushing and pulling your life into exactly what you thought it should be.
So this is the work I’m doing now, and the work I invite you into: when life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow.
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LEARNING TO SWIM
I learned about waves when I was little, swimming in Lake Michigan in navy blue water under a clear sky, and the most important thing I learned was this: if you try to stand and face the wave, it will smash you to bits, but if you trust the water and let it carry you, there’s nothing sweeter. And a couple decades later, that’s what I’m learning to be true about life, too. If you dig in and fight the change you’re facing, it will indeed smash you to bits. It will hold you under, drag you across the rough sand, scare and confuse you.
This last season in my life has been characterized, more than anything else, by change. Hard, swirling, one-after-another changes, so many that I can’t quite regain my footing before the next one comes, very much like being tumbled by waves. It began three years ago, in January in Grand Rapids, Michigan. I got pregnant, lost a job I loved, had a baby, wrote a book. A year after I lost my job, my husband, Aaron, left his job in a really painful way, and then for the next year and a half we traveled together and separately almost every week, doing all the freelance work we could find, looking for a new home and trying to pay the bills. Leaving our jobs at the church meant leaving the church community, the heart of our world in Grand Rapids, and that loss left a hole in our lives that was as tender and palpable as a bruise.
The day after our son Henry’s first birthday, my brother Todd left on a two-year sailing trip around the world, taking my husband’s best friend Joe with him. My best friend, Annette, left Grand Rapids and moved back to California. I got pregnant again, our kitchen and basement flooded, and on the Fourth of July I lost the baby. My first thought, there in the doctor’s office, was, Everything in my life is dying. I can’t keep anything alive.
At some point in all that, we put our house up for sale, which meant lots and lots of showings but no offers. After several months, my husband and our son and I left our house still for sale and moved home to Chicago, to a little house on the same street I lived on as a child, exhausted and battered, out of breath and shaken up.
It may appear to an outside observer that these have been the best years of our lives. We became parents to a healthy child; we met interesting people and heard their stories and were welcomed into their homes and churches. I wrote a book, and Aaron recorded an album, and we got to be, really and truly, working artists. Every time I read over that list, I know that it should have been wonderful. But should have been is worth absolutely nothing. For