Decisions, Parenting, Relationships

I’m Sorry to Disappoint You, But

Along the way, I learned that I can’t

make my child drop a grudge,

make my child stop being shy,

make my child be on time,

make a friend keep promises,

make a frenemy tell the truth,

make a relative show up at a birthday party—OK. I did have success there,

make my children initiate particular relationships,

make leaders listen,

make acquaintances obey the rules.

And I’m sorrier than you are. I’ve wasted too much time trying.

No matter how much I’m nagged or shamed, only my Heavenly Father can mend his children.

Are you hoping or expected to “fix” someone this upcoming holiday season?

Friendship

Friendship Is Not Free

Of course, friendship is not free. Making friends and loving them takes time and effort. Along the way, I’ve learned that friendship has an unforeseen cost.

There is a saying I’ve heard many times, and I’ve lived its truth.

A mother is only as happy as her least happy child.

This past month, I’ve lived the following.

A friend is only as happy as her least happy friend.

October has been a hard month for me because three dear friends have had a hard October. Their lives have been changed, which means, in a lesser way, my life has been changed. We walk our paths together.

I’ve had friends experience hard times in the past, so why am I so bonded to my current friends’ sufferings? Am I wiser and value friendship more? Am I more willing to acknowledge and allow pain in my life instead of shoving it aside? Or something else?

Whichever it is, some days—although I may be content and optimistic and trusting God—I’m only as happy as my least happy friend.

I have no notion of loving people by halves. It’s not in my nature. Jane Austen

God's Faithfulness

One Day, It Will All Make Sense

I know the experiences of our lives, when we let God use them, become the mysterious and perfect preparation for the work he will give us to do.

Corrie ten Boom

Some unanticipated events quickly made sense: The two-year temporary job that led to two decades of permanent friendships; the fifteen-minute conversation in the produce section that led to my favorite teaching opportunity; the brochure picked up at a conference—and found two years later—that increased the quality of our sons’ formative years; the unexpected tax bill that led to a salary raise, which was the most surprising.

Joyful experiences!

However, I am still waiting for the explanations of the other type. How will estranged relatives, failing eyesight, broken promises, and suffering friends become “the mysterious and perfect preparation” for the work God has given me? My husband says that lowly hearts understand other lowly hearts.

Jesus answered him, “What I am doing you do not understand now, but afterward you will understand.

John 13:7 (ESV)

Are you holding onto the promise that, one day, it will all make sense?

Decisions

Learning to Wait

Within days of waiting quietly for hours (see here)—and appreciating the experience—I had a chance to practice what I learned about waiting. However, this time, I was in a noisy Walmart instead of a solemn courthouse. This time, I had a to-do list rather than a cleared day. This time, the result of my wait would update a photo album, not help change lives.

An 8×10 photo stapled to its receipt should have been a quick fix except the associate helping me reorder went on an extended break, and then, the printer went into a scheduled 30-minute “cleaning session.”

“Let’s enjoy the wait,” I told my husband who was stuck with me. “Let’s be happy.”

We did, and we were. (He usually is.) We compared the TV screens on display. We observed an associate using his eyeglasses as a Bluetooth device. (Who knew?) We listened to a mother—while uploading photos—preach a fifty-minute sermon to her children. I peeked at a toddler throwing a tantrum.

Can I just tell myself to enjoy waiting? Is it that easy? Can I learn to find the events and people surrounding me interesting, perhaps even entertaining? I guess I’ll see.

Basics

The Peace of Waiting

Last month, I spent over four hours in a courthouse with little to do except wait. “Draining,” texted a friend when I let her know the experience was over. “Not too bad,” I replied.

The more I thought about waiting to testify at a hearing, the more I decided the experience was better than “Not bad.” In fact, it was quite nice. My resting heart rate for the day was 50, the lowest of the week.

So, what “little” did I do? Small talk with my husband. Additional small talk with my friend’s father, whom I had just met. Walk down the long, long hall a couple of times to get water but really to peek at an opposing witness. Eat breaded chicken pieces from the courthouse cafeteria. Sit quietly at a table when not performing those small endeavors.

Sitting still in a quiet place is underrated. Solemness and reverence permeated both the place and the few people walking by. So restful.

I am wondering how to replicate—in my daily life—the experience of sitting quietly, reverently, for a peaceful break.

Be still, and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10