If you were to ask a room full of people, as I often have, what instigated the greatest level of transformation in their lives so far, the number one answer is always the same: pain. It comes under varying names, of course: “my divorce,” “my illness,” “losing my job,” “finally hitting rock bottom.” Many different ways of saying the same thing: pain.
This last answer has always been curious to me. Finally hitting rock bottom. I’ve mostly heard it in the vernacular of twelve-step groups, but the concept is easy enough to understand. We come to a point where we have no more options. We can’t go any lower. We’re in a pit, and we know it. We’re trapped, and completely powerless to do anything about it. Have you ever been there? I know I have.
As unappealing as that sounds (doesn’t it, though?!), I love hearing stories from those in recovery. Amazingly, I found they always shared with great remorse and great gratitude for having landed at “rock bottom”—whatever the path of pain, chosen or unchosen, that brought them there. Eventually, I learned a clever and striking turn of phrase from the recovery community. A phrase used to describe that season of hitting rock bottom. They called it the gift of desperation.
Over the years, I’ve come to believe the gift of desperation is actually one of the most precious gifts anyone who longs to live a deeper life with God can be given. Rather than a burden or source of depression, it’s the kind of desperation a deep-sea diver has for scuba gear, or the desperation an astronaut has for a rocket and space suit. A matter-of-fact sort of desperation for a way of living—desperation for another minute to breathe in this great universe.