Suffering as teacher {guest post}

Diana Trautwein is the blogosphere’s spiritual grandmother, with a vast amount of ministry and life experience. Every interaction with her feels like I’m sitting down in front of a warm fire, eating tea and muffins. It’s a pleasure to have her here today:

I was 52 years old when I started my first paid pastoral position. Not exactly a spring chicken. The journey from conservative, stay-at-home-mom-church-and-community-leader to seminary student, then to ordained pastor was filled with surprises, with affirmation of my gifts, and with questions about where this all was headed.


My husband’s job kept us pretty bound to a geographical location. So, after seminary, I took on multiple roles within the larger denomination while I worked part-time for no pay at my home church and wondered about a call somewhere else. That call came through one of those denominational connections, and it seemed perfect for me: 30 hours per week, Associate Pastor, working alongside a man I knew and liked. It required a big move for us, and re-building community in a new place.


I saw no reason for concern about any of that; I was so excited to have an actual call to be a pastor! My husband’s investment firm had a branch office in this new town where he could work two days a week; the rest of the week would be spent 125 miles away, in the old town, staying with family. Perfect! Everything was working out well.




I was lonely. My husband was gone for three days (which was fine by me — fewer home-cooked meals, lots of new work projects to keep me busy) and two nights (which became increasingly difficult in this new neighborhood, a wealthy one with large lots, no streetlights and lots of things that went bump in the night).


And I was actively discouraged by my new boss from making friends within the congregation. Now think about that for a minute. I had been an active lay leader all my life, with the church and its community as centerpiece. Church was where I had almost all of my close friendships. So here I was, in a new place, where I knew no one, working hours above-and-beyond, and without my husband’s companionship for three days of each and every week.


Also, my new boss and his amazing secretary were admitted workaholics, physically and emotionally equipped to put in 80 hours a week. I tried hard to keep up. Truly, I did. But I began to have a few health issues here and there. A new doctor suggested a course of treatment that backfired pretty badly, leaving me seriously anemic and exhausted at the end of year five of this new life. I literally hit the wall one night — one lonely night with my husband gone, feeling overwhelmed by everything, and resorting to my usual form of self-medication — eating too much of something.


I collapsed in a heap on the floor, crying out to God that I could not do this anymore. What was God thinking when he called me to this place? How could I possibly be such a miserable failure in this role, the one I believed I had been made to fill? How could God have let this happen? I was letting down the church, I was letting down God, I was letting down the entire cadre of women in ministry, I was letting down my family, I was letting down myself.


Thanks be to God for grace! My boss immediately understood, told me to take as much time off as I needed, and promised to hold my job for me. I resigned from the chairmanship of the denominational judicatory (yes, I had continued with my denominational work as well as my job), and I set about getting well.


The anemia was a fairly simple fix — iron tablets, rest. Healing the emotional and spiritual holes in my heart was much tougher. All my life, I was a strong, capable person, able to handle anything life threw my way. Now, I found myself in the humiliating position of having to withdraw from all of that competency-driven stuff. I needed to stop doing so that I could start being. I needed to stop worrying about what everyone else in the world thought of me and center in on who I was in Christ. I needed to find a new way to do my life.


It was not easy to step out of ministry. I was embarrassed, I was exhausted, I was deeply sad. But I was also relieved, open to change and very ready to learn whatever God might choose to teach me through this experience. And I married a really wise man. Even though he and the rest of my family did not truly ‘get’ what had happened to me, he said this: “You know what, honey. We can’t see what’s coming down the road. Maybe this time away is to get ready for whatever that is.”


Turned out those words were prophetic. After seven months away, I gingerly went back to work, with much clearer boundaries, with a firm commitment to being MYSELF in this job, not someone else, and with a wary but real openness to doing it differently this time around. I will only say that within weeks of beginning anew, most of life as I knew it changed so dramatically that my head kept spinning for about seven years! (I’ve written about some of that in this post:


I learned a lot from that five-year stretch of over-work and over-worry that culminated in this crash-and-burn experience. Those seven months of self-examination, quietly sitting in the side waters rather than my usual swimming hard in the center of things — they turned out to be gift upon gift. I did not do everything perfectly afterwards — I still have to fight the urge to be all things to all people or die trying. But I see it now, and I fight it now. I recognize that being uber-competent is not the goal of life; being open to the Spirit is, being true to God’s design in me and for me is, living a life in balance is. I do not believe that God ‘caused’ me to get sick, to collapse, so that I might discover these truths; I bear the full responsibility for the life-choices that brought it all about. But I KNOW that God used that time to teach me, in a tender and deeply personal way, about who I am and about who God is. And for that, I am more grateful than I can say.

imageMarried to her college sweetheart for a very long time now, Diana is a retired pastor, working as a spiritual director, and writing more than she ever dreamed she might. She is daughter to an aging mom with Alzheimer’s, mom to three grown kids, Nana to 8 grandchildren, ages 3-22. She blogs at and writes a monthly post at under their Deeper Family umbrella and also monthly at



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23 Responses to Suffering as teacher {guest post}

  1. Sandra Heska King 18th March, 2013 at 2:42 am #

    I was a Martha-Do-Everything. Not so much out of competency, I don’t think, but more out of a need to be needed and a need for approval–working in youth Sunday School and youth group, adult Sunday School, and women’s ministries–all at once. It took a physical move to a new state and a traveling husband to shape me up.

    The crash-and-burn came later when I worked full-time and was going through a very challenging family time. Fatigue and emotional turmoil found me driving down the wrong side of the road–twice. I also got my one and only speeding ticket on my way to work (late) after a particularly rough morning. Boundaries and balance. I’ll be working on those for the rest of my life.
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    • Diana Trautwein 18th March, 2013 at 2:44 am #

      Ain’t that the truth, Sandy?? The rest of my life, too. So glad you didn’t get smacked driving on the wrong side of the street. (When my kids were about 9/7/5, I backed out of a driveway into a parked car THREE TIMES – different driveways, different cars, over about 6 months. We got dropped by our insurance carrier and I was embarrassed and scared. Started parking in the street after that 3rd one, I’ll tell you.)
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  2. Nancy Ruegg 14th March, 2013 at 9:29 pm #

    Just want to add my kudos for another wise, encouraging post. Jo Inglis, above, said it well: “So glad to be able read this part of your story, Diana, and see the grace, redemption and shared hope.” Indeed, God’s grace and redemption are radiating brilliantly from your testimony. And we embrace the shared hope as well!

  3. Patricia @ Pollywog Creek 14th March, 2013 at 9:13 pm #

    Oh, how I see me in some of your story, Diana. Even now I’m struggling with giving up one of my monthly {paying} writing gigs that’s using up time and energy I think should be spent elsewhere. I just hate to disappoint others.

    On the other hand, before RA I was running around like the proverbial chicken with his head cut off. Like you, I don’t believe God gave me RA, but He’s used this season of forced slowness to remove me from all that ridiculous trying to make everyone happy {it nearly killed me to tell one of my children that I couldn’t keep taking care of his children like I had been} and forced me to depend on Him for much of what I thought I was capable of doing on my own.
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    • Diana Trautwein 15th March, 2013 at 4:43 am #

      Yea, indeed – ‘that ridiculous trying to make everyone happy…’ That STILL trips me up from time to time. Sometimes competency is a spiritual hazard, isn’t it? Praying for you as you try to discern whether or not to give up this gig – sometimes it is truly hard to know what is nourishing and what is not. Lord, have mercy!
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  4. kelli 13th March, 2013 at 7:43 pm #

    there’s nothing satisfying about living as a shell of a person, is there? oh boy, i’ve learned that one the hard way (like everything else).
    your story toward wholeness reminds me a lot of Barbara Brown Taylor’s in Leaving Church — have you read that? thank you for sharing it here in your gentle way, Diana.
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    • Diana Trautwein 13th March, 2013 at 7:53 pm #

      Yes, I adore BBT and loved that book. I’ve had a little bit of online disagreement with Micha Boyett about that book (very lovingly because I’m crazy about her) because I found it supremely helpful as a woman in ministry to read her story. I am grateful that my own journey took me right back into ministry – I never really questioned that part, actually. The call was real, even in the hardest of times. I just went back into it a different person – still one who struggles (always, and forever, amen) but one just enough more self-aware to lean more towards wholeness rather than shell-dom. Thanks for reading and commenting, Kelli. Always love seeing you out and about.
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  5. Joy Lenton 13th March, 2013 at 11:18 am #

    Such deep wisdom here, Diana, and lessons we can all learn from. Around 14 years ago I was finally forced to give up working as a nurse when M.E symptoms I’d already been battling with for years were too serious to ignore or try to press past. It felt like a bereavement, and still does to some extent. Long spells off sick and juggling with the shortest hours manageable had still led to this. Little did I know that God wanted my full attention to be on facing up to and beginning to work through painful issues from my past. In the process my value system shifted and continues to do so. Now I see more clearly that my worth and value are in Christ alone and His love is enough, His presence my greatest joy and His ways my highest desire. Only in the taking away of all I valued – career, health, people approval, security etc. have I been freed to value my relationship with God most of all. And He is enriching my life beyond measure in the process. Thank you so much for sharing your story. Blessings in Him 🙂
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  6. Mark Allman 12th March, 2013 at 8:27 pm #

    I like what your husband said and I think it is important for us who are outside looking in to not judge but to support; to not try to figure it all out but know it will work itself out; and to know who holds the future even if we have no idea how we are going to ge there. Relish the Journey.

  7. Karmen White 12th March, 2013 at 5:57 pm #

    [It was not easy to step out of ministry. I was embarrassed, I was exhausted, I was deeply sad. But I was also relieved, open to change and very ready to learn whatever God might choose to teach me through this experience..]

    These words express exactly what I am going through!! I have felt ‘awkward’ since stepping down from my ministry, and I realise now, I’m embarrassed! When people ask why? I feel so awkward! No matter what answer I have, it either makes me look ‘weak’ or makes God look ‘weak’ or like he somehow abandoned me. I feel relieved to know I’m not the only person to have experienced this, so thank you so much for sharing.

    Karmen xx

  8. Jo Inglis 12th March, 2013 at 5:56 pm #

    So glad to be able read this part of your story Diana and see the grace, redemption and shared hope. My other half came out of church based ministry 2 years ago mainly because I said ‘no more’, though he continues similarly in a healthcare setting. He is one of those souls who can process as he works. Not me, so have been been processing much of the last 20 years for 2 years now – but God is good & it is very good
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  9. Nancy Franson 12th March, 2013 at 5:21 pm #

    Competency has been such a huge idol in my life–a good thing turned into an ultimate thing. And it has been one of my biggest impediments in knowing and receiving the depth of Christ’s love for me.

    Last Sunday’s sermon was about Jesus, after his resurrection, inviting his disciples to join him in breakfast on the beach. Only after they had exhausted themselves physically, and showing absolutely no fish for their efforts, were they ready for him to feed them.

    Sounds strangely familiar . . .
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    • Diana Trautwein 13th March, 2013 at 12:50 am #

      Uh-huh, it sure does. I know this song, Nancy. All too well – blessings on both of us as we continue to learn more about releasing that need to be competent, to be seen as ‘together.’ Because you and I both know that a lot of the time – we just ain’t!!
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  10. Elizabeth W. Marshall 12th March, 2013 at 4:52 pm #

    Thank you for sharing this piece of your story. This is rich with life lessons and redemption. You inspire, Diana. What a privilege to know these parts of your life. You are a treasure. So glad we are blogging around the same parts of this webby world.

  11. kendal 12th March, 2013 at 9:47 am #

    i remember my first “no.” it was to another year of youth ministry and it was because i was exhausted. and not everyone understood, but the rest was perfect and preparatory….
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