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DANA'S WORLD

A Candid Look at Life, Love, and the Pursuit of Alone-Time with Caregiver and Exercise Instructor, Dana Brock

Selfie of Dana Brock with her head in a plastic fish bowl.

Selfie in a fishbowl helmet

Home:    Bartlesville, OK, USA
Age:        Mid-50s (looks 40)
Roles:     Mother of two, caregiver to both parents, elder exercise instructor, and a former school teacher/nursing staffer/clothing store owner
Faves:     Sunshine, fixer-upper projects, the smell of baked grass, outdoor fires, dancing, laying on a raft in an outdoor pool, motherhood

Part 1:

GROUND ZERO

When the Walls Came Down in Kansas

RALPH:  Okay Dana, I’m going to start out a little heavy. Let’s begin by going back a few years to that time when your marriage fell apart and you were processing everything in the basement. I know you are a devout Christian, and I know you went through a “dark night of the soul” period then, about 10 years ago. I went through something similar about 20 years ago, so I understand how that can feel, although it’s different for everyone. Can you elaborate on how you experienced that time?

DANA:  Well things definitely unraveled that year, and yes, I set up a space for myself in the basement where I would go to pray and process everything when the kids were in school and everyone was gone. It was basically my pow-wow time with God. I would have my Bible in front of me, and it was like I was channeling all of my rage, pain, and frustration with my husband and God and life in general. It could get pretty intense on certain days, and I would be down there sweating and crying and drooling, and it would all just land on my Bible. Most days, I’d have the page open to Isaiah or Psalms because those books are about people in pain and I could relate to those stories and verses. I also wanted to know how they got through their painful situations, and if there was a happy outcome for them. I was looking for inspiration and hope.

I remember one day when I looked down at my Bible, my eyes were so filled with tears that I couldn’t even read the page and I thought, “You’re blind, you can’t see anything, and you have nowhere to go but to God.” During that time, I spent a lot of time on my knees in a fetal position with my head down, and my stomach muscles became unbelievably tender from all the emoting I was doing. My jaw got completely worn out and sore, too, to the point where I eventually had to express everything through a clenched jaw to keep the pain at bay. I have to admit, the sounds that came out during that period were pretty guttural, primal, and strange, and I remember thinking, “My gosh, am I speaking in tongues?!” Whatever it was, it wasn’t coming from any language that I knew. Ultimately though, I think I was just channeling stuff from deep inside my spirit that needed to come out.

Close-up photo of a page in the Bible (Corinthians 1:13-14) with key passages underlined and highlighted.

Underlined sections in Dana’s Bible

RALPH:  Can you talk a little more about your relationship with God during that time?

DANAI’ve had friends go through similar “dark night” periods, and I know they felt very alone during that process, like God was at a distance and wasn’t answering their prayers. I didn’t feel that way at all. But I did feel betrayed—not only by my husband who I had discovered had been cheating on me for 6 years—but also by God. You see, up to that point, my relationship with God had been so honest and open and undeniably real to me, with prayers being answered on a regular basis, that I could not understand why He had not revealed my husband’s infidelity to me earlier. I was confused, devatstated, enraged, and I was also questioning everything I believed to be true in my life, including my belief in God. It’s sort of like that scene in Forest Gump when Forest is out on a boat with Captain Dan, and a storm rolls in and Captain Dan climbs to the top of the mast and raises his hands and yells, “F*** you!” Honestly, when that film first came out, I had the hardest time watching that scene because it seemed so blasphemous, to openly curse God that way. But then, when my life hit rock bottom, I could completely relate to it. So yeah, I was pretty angry with God, but I certainly didn’t blame Him for my husband’s infidelity. Honestly, too, I was mad at myself because from the onset of my marriage, I could see that there was something between my husband and this woman. I just kept telling myself, “No, you’re wrong, Dana—he’s just being friendly.”

You know, I have that whole year in the basement recorded in the pages of my Bible. Those pages are totally marked up with comments and questions and tears, and I even have dates written down for when prayers were answered. When I read it now, I see those pages as evidence of how God held my hand and guided me through a very dark and difficult phase. But He was also very quiet while it was going on, because I was having a tantrum and I needed to sort it out for myself.

—Dana Brock