When I was growing up, we learned a poem in school entitled, "What God hath not Promised." One of the lines is "God hath not promised joy without sorrow." This is so true. Life is often about struggles. But as I have discovered this week, the reverse is also true. We do not have to endure our sorrows without joy in our lives. Thank goodness!
This week those of us at the Amish Descendant Scholarship Fund have something to celebrate. Hop on over to the blog to find out why we are celebrating. And please help us spread the word!
I would like to thank all of you who have been so supportive through my process of letting go of Anna. I especially like the suggestion of sending occasional cards, to let Anna know I've not forgotten her. So thank you, Elin, for that suggestion and to others for supporting that idea.
I've been writing quite a lot lately. It seems that the loss I'm feeling about Anna is somehow stimulating my muse. Before Anna went back, I asked her if I may write about her in my second book. She seemed quite eager to have me do so. I think there was a part of Anna that wanted her story told. This part of her is obviously in conflict with her desire to return to her community and be separate from the world. However, I am going to remember and honor that part of Anna that wants to be recognized for who she is.
I realize something as I am writing about Anna. My memory of what happened while she was here is actually very much sharpened by missing her. If she was still living with us, I may not have the clarity I do now.
Here is a vignette I will share:
While we were out shopping for ingredients to get Anna's baking business started, we got to talking about the Ordnung (set of church rules) in her community. We were in the parking lot of Target and neither one of us wanted to end the conversation, so we sat in the car. Dusk was falling around us. Anna spoke in a matter-of-fact voice, as if she’d never before reflected on or judged these rules she’d lived under all her life. The women have to wear homemade underpants that are basically old-fashioned cotton bloomers, the size of long shorts in the “English” world. And then as if that isn’t enough, they are not allowed to have elastic at the waist. Instead, they use a button. They also have to sew their own “underdresses” that they have to wear all year long. And they cannot wear bras.“You have got to be kidding me! So does the bishop actually go over the stuff that women can and cannot wear under their dresses at Ordnungs church?”“Yes. He does. He says it really fast, and then he moves on to women’s stockings, but I heard it every time.”"Even he must be embarrassed."In the semi-darkness, I could see Anna’s expressions, especially when car lights lit up her features. She got a mischievous grin on her face and she said, “But you know, I was a naughty girl.” She giggled.“Why? What did you do?”“I sometimes wore a bra.”“Oh no, you don’t say!” I said as I laughed in mock surprise. “That makes me a naughty girl right from the start!”“Yeah, but you were from the ‘SotAmish’ so that doesn’t count.”“The what Amish?”“People in my community called your kind of Amish the ‘sort of’ Amish.”
“Oh really? Are they saying that they are the ‘real Amish?’’’
“Yes, I think that is what they are trying to say.”
So, it's a comforting reminder that even though life is often about struggle, it is also about finding joy in the midst of it all. And that gives me hope. Maybe I have done all I can for Anna, but that will not stop me from trying to make a difference in others' lives. I have a feeling Anna's story can do that.
And then there is the feeling of empowerment that comes of helping Amish descendants find their way to college. And the appreciation for the goodness in people as they share of their resources to help this happen. What a joy!
7 thoughts on “No Sorrow without Joy”
That is a wonderful picture of the unders! What a laugh. When you wrote that a woman wasn’t allowed to wear a bra in Anna’s community I thought, “Lucky girls.” Glad you’re feeling a bit better.
I will take the bloomers over those unders that have less cotton than what is found in an aspirin bottle! LOl! Gentle huggles.
Everything Anna said about their woman’s garb is the same as our Swartzentruber Amish neighbors told my siblings.
And to think I’ve been whining about the elastic bothering me … Well, NO MORE COMPLAINING! I have to wonder what would happen if the women simply started wearing what they wanted for under garments? Would all of them be banned from church services and shunned at the table? Sent to separate rooms from the husbands? Perhaps most of the women are as naughty as Anna to begin with!
“Maybe I have done all I can for Anna, but that will not stop me from trying to make a difference in others’ lives.” Some thoughts here: I have a feeling what you have done for Anna will be reverberating through her for her lifetime and perhaps she will make a difference in her own community! This is just part of the big picture in helping others…you do, you learn, you share, repeat. You are such a role model for many women…and some of us are not necessarily young ones, either ;-)
The term “sod” gmay meaning south church Amish came from Holmes and Wayne county. I knew exactly what they were talking about, since the Sam Yoder leut (later Swartzentruber) lived in the North (Wayne) area and the Amish at the south end (Holmes)of the settlement. It is usually said with disdain for the Old Order who have such terribly short hair and bright colors. Being so many Swartzentruber Amish moved away from the original area, the term “Sod” or “Sot” has lost its original terms of reference. To be called “sod” Amish is not endearing.
LOL! That picture is funny.
I agree that picture is funny but it does make me wonder what the next variation will be! Will the wheel turn so far that it goes back to the pantaloons??