We used to rent out our beloved cottage in Rockport for a 9-month season. From a financial standpoint, it was smart. From an emotional one, it was awful. At the end of each rental period I would walk into the cottage with a sense of dread. How had the renters treated our beloved space? How had the cottage survived a group of strangers? What would be broken? Dirty? Irreparably damaged?
The first thing we would do is clean. We would scrub and polish until it regained some of the sparkle. Then I would redecorate. I would change things around and make it ours again. I would reclaim it for our purposes.
When something happens that you have no control over – losing a job, having to leave a country, getting a cancer diagnosis, a death, a pandemic, or a myriad of other things in life – you feel like your life is not your own. Things are happening to you and around you. Things that you did not choose. Your place and purpose suddenly change, and you are left in a tornado of doubt, fear, anger, and loss. Part of recovering is reclaiming.
How do you reclaim what is lost?
How do we reclaim our spaces, our bodies, our marriages, our places of refuge, or our very identities that sometime feel lost in crisis, betrayal, or death? How do we reclaim our faith? How do we scrub, polish, redecorate, and reclaim?
It’s a slow process, but the spiritual truth to this is profound. Perhaps the biggest piece is realizing how little control we really have over things that happen to us. It’s a paradox to be sure, but reclaiming is about getting honest, admitting that there are very few elements of our lives where we have control. We cling tightly to so many parts of our lives, imagining that we have far more control than we actually do. Our hot fists hold on, like a child that doesn’t want to relinquish their favorite toy. “Mine!” we cry. “It’s not fair.” “Why us?” “Its’ my life.” So many responses, but all in the same hard-held fist.
After realizing how little control I do have, it’s about moving forward with what I know. Taking back what is lost.
In this season I’m thinking a lot about reclaiming and being reclaimed. I remember our Rockport cottage as it would once again become ours, its beautiful interior being scrubbed and made new. The same thing is happening during these quieter days, where time loses meaning and days blend together into the season of a pandemic. If I’m willing, I experience an inner housecleaning and reclaiming that can only take place when I lay down my right to control, when I allow the hard inner work of repentance and trust to replace the anger, frustration, and the “it’s not fair” that floats barely under the surface. Perhaps its really when I realize that reclaiming is really about being reclaimed.
My fist opens. My body relaxes. And, over time, my soul is renewed and reclaimed.
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I am learning how sometimes ‘reclaiming’ doesn’t come in our time but God’s…..
Thanks for your insightful sharing, Marilyn. We helped get J&R out for renters recently. ‘Unfurnished’ this time!!
They return to Cairo shortly, God willing. Complications/ CoVid tests recently required by the government 72 hr before flying!
Please keep them in your prayers
On Tue, Aug 4, 2020, 10:53 AM MARILYN R. GARDNER wrote:
> Marilyn posted: ” We used to rent out our beloved cottage in Rockport for > a 9-month season. From a financial standpoint, it was smart. From an > emotional one, it was awful. At the end of each rental period I would walk > into the cottage with a sense of dread. How had th” >
Beautiful. So inspiring. You take the inevitable pain in all our lives and remind us of letting them go by reclaiming the truth within
You are a lovely writer!❤️
These words are so kind. Thank you.
What a lesson, Marilyn. A thought comes to mind from Romans12:2: “..be transformed by the renewing of your mind, then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is —his good and perfect will.” Thank you.
Love this. Thankk you Bettie.