Arms Tired, Feet in the Mud

Arms Tired, Feet in the Mud

This post is for anyone with arms tired, feet in the mud.

My first session with clients includes some pretty basic, standard protocol. I let them know that the first session is a chance to get a feel for me as a therapist. So much goes into therapy beyond training and theoretical orientation. Personality and style plays a significant role when choosing the person who will walk with you through your story, stand beside you as you evaluate your life, and, hopefully, ask you good…sometimes hard…questions.

I also tell them something that often makes them somewhat balk.

“Beginning well means we talk about what it looks like to end well, too. We don’t get a lot of very good closure out there in the world. There will come a point when you are ready to finish therapy. Most of the time we will talk and plan for that. However, there might come a time when you get upset with me or the process and you decide you are finished. You will be exploring a lot of things in here including painful emotions such as anger and hurt. Sometimes those feelings can land on me. Sometimes I won’t even know it. This doesn’t happen often, but it CAN happen. I might say something that just makes you mad for whatever reason and you decide you are DONE. If you are willing, I encourage you to come back in for one more session. Let’s talk about what upset you. You might still decide you are ready to stop. That is completely fine. Starting and stopping is always your choice. A closing session just helps us end well.”

They don’t think they will ever get upset with me. Maybe they won’t. As a therapist, if I want to be effective at this work, I have to be ready…and willing to sit with them through it…if they do.

I have been doing this thing every morning where I read a bible story to my children as they eat breakfast. It is really kind of a funny sight. Our table is right next to my youngest daughter’s room and she is usually still asleep at 6:45 when we eat breakfast on school mornings. So, I am constantly “shushing” my three oldest children. Then, they usually “shush” each other…which is louder than any talking they could ever do…and sometimes my toddler wakes up. Like I said…pretty humorous.

So, I sit there and kind of whisper out these short stories and show them the single picture that accompanies each one.

Most mornings I am pretty sure it is ME that gets the most out of what I am reading.

These stories are like the bones of my faith…holding it upright and keeping me together. I am pretty much desperate for their strength and I think that is why I read them to my children. I cannot imagine my world without them.

This morning I am reading about Joshua and the Hebrew people crossing the Jordan. In the picture Joshua is in the forefront and he is pointing the people onward across the riverbed that is open for them as the waters rise up on either side.

I am looking at Joshua when I seem them. I see four figures behind him. I can tell from their garb that they are the priests and I see that they are holding up the ark and that’s when I remember. I remember that part of the story.

“Meanwhile, the priests who were carrying the Ark of the LORD’s Covenant stood on dry ground in the middle of the riverbed as the people passed by. They waited there until the whole nation of Israel had crossed the Jordan on dry ground.” Joshua 3:17

I am looking at that picture of the priests and I almost start weeping. How tired their arms must have been.

Until all the people had completely crossed.

I am imagining the water spraying in their eyes as it is drawn up on either side of the path. I know it describes the ground as “dry” in the text, but I am thinking about it being “dry” in comparison to it being flooded by the waters so, surely, the ground was still muddy from where the water had been.

I am imagining those priests.

Arms tired, feet in the mud.

Until all the people had passed.

This post is for anyone with arms tired, feet in the mud.

Leaders…pastors, teachers, therapists, mentors…one of your greatest tasks is tolerating and sitting with people in their pain…however that looks.

Sometimes He asks us to do that…arms tired, feed in the mud…tears spraying on our faces…until they have passed through to the other side.

I am looking at those priests and I am thinking about people I know who are carrying a lot…carrying that ark of His presence right now…for various people, for families, for communities.

It isn’t fair that their pain sometimes lands on us or that our arms get tired, our feet in the mud.

It isn’t fair…but it IS holy.

This post is for anyone with arms tired, feet in the mud…tears spraying on your face.

I am praying for holy strength, gracious endurance.

Until all the people have passed.