It was a Sunday night and I stood at the edge of the dance floor next to Dee. She’d recently learned about my separation and told me about a support group, DivorceCare for people going through divorce.
“I think you’d find the group really helpful. I’ve been leading the one in my church for years and we have people of many ages and situations participate.”
I watched the couples swing dancing and considered my schedule– filled with part-time work as a UNC research nurse, caring for my grandson two days a week, visiting my mother in my hometown, writing, and taking care of my home.
“I don’t have time for that,” I said, thanking her for letting me know but insisting that the support of my therapist and family and friends was sufficient.
Two weeks later, another woman, Dusty– who didn’t know about my conversation with Dee, asked me how I’d made it through the holidays. She listened to the description of my ups and downs on the how am I doing meter.
“You need to go to a DivorceCare group,” she said. “I went through the program twice and it really helped me.”
“I don’t have time,” I told her. “Besides, I have all of you who’ve been through it.” Since I first told my dancing friends about my separation, many had shared their experiences.
“Yes, but most of us went through it a while ago. In a group, you’ll be with those who are going through it at the same time as you.”
I tried to give her the same pushback that I gave Dee, but I know Dusty better and she wasn’t buying it.
“You just have to do it,” she said, with caring firmness in her voice. “You need to for yourself— this is the time to take care of you. Nothing else is more important.”
I hesitated, then gave in.
“Okay. I’ll check on it,” I promised, then each of us found a dance partner.
The next day, I looked at the DivorceCare web site and found that it’s a network of thousands of divorce recovery support groups meeting worldwide. Their goal is to “help you find help for your hurts, discover hope for the future and experience God’s healing.” Its founder and host for the course videos, Steve Grissom created the program after going through divorce himself.
I was surprised at how many churches in my area hosted the groups. Fortunately, there was one on Tuesdays when I could go. The program ran for thirteen weekly sessions
Later, it occurred to me that I’d had the same, “I don’t have time for that,” response years before when I learned I had to be treated for breast cancer. After the reality sank in and I filled my calendar with the projected eight months of treatment, I thought of my busy life as a working mother of teenage sons. How would I fit all those appointments in and continue to work and carry on with family life?
Of course no one has time for cancer; it was my way of saying I resented what cancer was forcing me to do, how I would be spending my time.
At the five-year-post-cancer mark, I needed to be treated for lymphedema. In chapter five of my memoir, I explained to Sharon, the spiritual leader of a Catholic retreat center, my feelings about having to undergo treatment:
“And now, I just found out I have to get treatment for this arm,” I said, holding my left arm up. “I don’t have time for that. It’s not how I want to spend my summer. I thought I was done with cancer.” (He Heard My Voice, p. 101)
Again, I resented what cancer had caused in my life– and specifically in my arm.
Now, I look at my initial response to my diagnosis, and then to the consequence of lymphedema, and see that like the unexpected event of cancer in my life, my marital split has caused changes that I resent. Yes, I have a busy life but part of me not wanting to go to the DivorceCare group is it’s not how I want to spend my time.
I never thought I would be in this situation; I never thought I would have cancer, either.
I remember back to Sharon’s question at the retreat center. She’d asked me, “Don’t you think you deserve to be taken care of?” In that moment, I’d considered my busy life (some things don’t change!) and what it meant to slow down and take care of me.
Thinking about this season in my life, I know I can’t rush this working through and healing from the separation I didn’t expect; it will take the time it needs.
In the past two weeks, I’ve attended meetings with the 10 people in our group of eight women and two men. The couple that leads our group had each experienced divorce and later found each other. The that of “I don’t have time for that” has now become a caring circle of fellow travelers on an unintended path. Our stories are different but we’re all hurting in similar ways and finding comfort and hope as we begin to know each other.
I feel hopeful that we’ll all experience growth and healing over the course of our time as a group.
How About You?
Have you ever had a time in your life when you participated in a support group? How did you benefit?
Is there an area of your life in which you could benefit from participating in a support group now?
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9 thoughts on “I Don’t Have Time for That”
I’m so glad you are finding the support you need and you have people pointing you in the right direction. Love and light to you. 😘❤️
I’ve been thinking about you and hope you’re doing well– getting better. Yes, it does help to have folks who’ve been down the road before us. Whatever we’re going through– we can find support through the ‘people in our path.’ I hope you’re finding the support you need.
Love to you and your sweet family.
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Thank you!! Came home last night and it’s sooooo good to be in my own bed. ❤️❤️
Yes– the safest place in the world! Enjoy the cozy comfort of your bed in your home. glad you’re there!! Connie
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You did it again, Connie. I was shuffling through my e-mail and there you were. For some odd reason, I took the time to read. Thank you so much. “I don’t have time” is the best dodge out there. I had to live with it for a long time as well. To the point, I found an acceptable solution, “not try to fix yourself but to allow others to find their direction through my example”. We all go through life with a distraction continuum. All things matter, and there is a time to assess the current distraction and analyze the importance level and assign it to the list of importance. You are right on track to accomplishing all that you have set out to do. I won’t mention my experiences with “Care Groups”. I am the grumpy one that sometimes becomes too honest. Continue on your journey and continue to explore the forks as they appear. The best to you, And. May you receive as many blessings as I have.
Thanks so much for reading and for sharing your thoughts– your process in dealing with things you don’t have time for. I like how you label it a “distraction continuum.” There are so many things vying for our attention.
Wishing you the best on your journey in the week ahead,
You are welcome.
Dear Friend -I think about all the loving ways you cared for the children at the school where we worked. You were constantly going out of your way to do for them and to help them as well as encourage them. Thank you for doing that for me too. You are so deserving of that care too. GOD is leading you with His cords of kindness. I hope this will be the beginning of a wonderful new season for you. Love you!
Thanks so much for this kind and encouraging message! I’m touched. Every time my 20 month old grandson, Baker does the sign for “more” with his sweet little hands, I think of you– and how you helped our hearing impaired children. I like how you refer to “God leading with His cords of kindness.” I do believe that all-knowing, timeless God has something better ahead– I just can’t realize it yet. Thanks for supporting me in this season. I hope you’re doing well and have found your rhythm in this season of your life.