Twenty-Five

Today I have completed twenty-five years of life. I’ve been excited about the presents and in denial about being a quarter of a century old. But last night as I put my birthday pie into the refrigerator to chill, I couldn’t deny it any longer. Twenty-five years, and life is not quite what I had meant for it to be.
I am turning twenty-five and I am not yet a novelist, I do not have a college degree, I’m questioning the faith I grew up with and instead of being rock solid in it, I have short hair, only two kids, and read Nietszche for enlightenment and entertainment. I am looking for truth and kindness and it’s leading me to read atheists  nihilists, pagans, and (even worse to my former self) liberal christians!
I feel, in turns, both empowered and bereft.
When our first child was born three and a half years ago, I started questioning spanking and eventually conflict-based parenting altogether.
The book Grace Based parenting offered a few answers, but inspired even more questions.
I’ve been wrestling with things like women’s role in a family and a church, hell, homosexuality, evolution, the Bible, and everything else I thought I would always be certain on.
Twenty-five years old and what do I have to show for it but a half finished novel, a faith deconstructed, and a mind full of questions?

But there were problems in my faith. Legalism, accidental self-righteousness, a life based more on avoiding sin than on freedom or love.
I thought I could paper over the problems with a bit of extra kindness, charity, and non-violent parenting. Just a little sprucing up and it would be as good as new. Only I kept noticing buckles in the walls.
I thought I could simply gut the house, put up new interior walls with a bit of Rob Bell and Rachel Held Evans and interpreting scriptures through understanding the culture in which they were written.
But there were still questions, still problems.
And I’ve torn it down. With my bare hands I tore down my house – foolish woman.

And I wept.
I wept because I am twenty-five, and the house I thought would protect me forever didn’t offer true protection in the end, and there were still the bits of broken glass and splinters of wood to clear out of the dirt, and no one is going to understand unless they too have torn down their faith in a search for truth.
And after weeping, I slept. Then I woke up. Twenty-five years old, with the whole universe open to me and to my search for truth and I danced on the ruins, in the now open place, a woman dancing under the sun.
Maybe I will never have a solid house to barricade myself inside with the truth, but I will have freedom and I will hunt for the truth myself.
I am twenty-five, I am my own person, I will live and love and think. Maybe one day I will build again, but for now I camp in the space of questions, questions as infinite as the stars and I am full of questions and starlight.
Happy birthday to me. This is my gift to myself: space to question.

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11 thoughts on “Twenty-Five

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  2. Po

    Excellent post. Beautiful post. Dance away…..be glad the former house is in ruins, you deserve far better! Questions are good.

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  4. Lora

    Dear Lana – yes, beautiful post. Beautiful person. Wish I could meet you sometime as so much of what you say resonates with me.

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  5. bornsirius

    You have just given me so much hope. The things you are writing reflect so much of my own journey. Though I don’t have children, I AM 24.5 years old and I feel like I’ve torn down so much of my former beliefs that little is left. As a former Christian and now a decidedly Undefined but believing in some kind of Higher Power, much of what I used to believe is no longer something I want to adhere to. But then as you said, the world is open! There are many options and ideas just waiting for me, and I’ve found beauty and the Divine in every corner of this earth. Yet at the same time, some of my former safety in sticking to one belief system is gone! It’s a bewildering and questioning place. You have no idea how your post just spoke to me. Thank you for writing, it’s so good to know I’m not alone in this journey.

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  7. Lois Manning (@lmanningok)

    “Maybe I will never have a solid house to barricade myself inside with the truth, but I will have freedom and I will hunt for the truth myself.” What wonderful brave words! Welcome to our wonderful real world, Lana. It offers NOT the false comfort of certainty but something infinitely better: A life-long discovery of excitement as you use your free will to create meaning in your life. And you’re the only person qualified to do that.

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