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A Last Straw Lesson (+ Book Give-Away!)

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“God is concerned with your attitude and your obedience.”
“Become skilled at staying calm and looking for Christ.”


The Letter

Two weeks ago, this was my Facebook status update:

Arrived home to an anonymous letter of complaint written "out of care and concern." Silly me for thinking "care and concern" might involve a face-to-face conversation...and maybe even a hug. Guess true "care and concern" involves kicking someone when they're down...in the dark.

Unfortunately, I didn’t stick around long enough to read the 48 wise, supportive comments that soon followed.

Instead of choosing to Let. It. Go., I opted to “let it all out.”


The Books

The anonymous letter criticized me for having a particular book in my classroom. So I acted on my initial impulse by jumping in my car, driving to my classroom, and loading up every single book.

From all 25 bookshelves.

As I packed up my books, I sobbed my heart out about

  • Anonymous’s insensitivity.
  • The injustice of such a thing happening to me. Now, of all times.
  • The relentless barrage of criticisms I hear as a teacher. And the scarcity of “atta girl”s.

The next morning, when I told Daniel what I'd done, he was peeved. “You let them win! What did you do that for?”

“It made me feel better!” was my only defense.

After he left for work, I added, “Unsupportive husband” to my list of woes.


The Justifications

Yes, I was exhausted when I read the letter. I’d just come home from spending the weekend with my family, making end-of-life decisions about my mother.

And yes, to some degree, the books were symbolic of my mother. A reading specialist, she taught me and my children how to read. And only hours before, my brother and father and I had discussed inviting guests to bring favorite children’s books to Mother’s memorial service.

So yes, Anonymous’s “love note” was the proverbial last straw.


The Choices

But in the days that followed, I felt dismayed by my rash response to a piece of paper with a bit of ink.

Over the last few years, God’s been teaching me how to be less of an Anxiety Girl and more of a peace-and-contentment kinda gal.

I was disconcerted by quickly Anxiety Girl had shown up and taken over.

So I finally asked Him how I’d contributed to that last straw. And He lovingly but accurately reminded me that

  • I’d pre-determined to skip the airplane snacks. But once aboard, when the honey-roasted peanuts were offered, I suddenly said, “Sure!”
  • I’d planned to content myself with hotel coffee. But after landing at ONT, my first stop was Starbucks for a tall extra whipped cream mocha and a slice of lemon pound cake (which I don’t even like, but they were out of cranberry scones.)
  • I’d checked our family budget and discovered that my next new clothes purchase would be late July. But before arriving at my parents’ house, I’d stopped at not one, not two, but three Dress Barn stores.


The Issue

Stay with me, now.

The issue here is neither food nor funds.

The issue is that I said “yes” to a self-ish desire when I’d already been convicted to say “no.”

I’d planned to say “no.”

But when the test of character came, I said, “Yes!” without hesitation.


The Lesson

My rash response to Anonymous’s letter was the direct result of all the little yes-to-self choices I’d made in the days prior.

Had I obeyed God instead of my own cravings, I would have increased my skill at “staying calm and looking for Christ.”

Instead, I increased my skill at staying self-ish and looking for excuses to match my baditude.

I say this not to beat myself up but to cement the cause-and-effect relationship between seemingly unrelated choices.

The best defense against circumstances outside of my control is a healthy dose of self-control.

Even–or perhaps especially!–when it comes to the seemingly small choices.


This week, I'm giving away a copy of Holley Gerth's new book You're Made for a God-Sized Dream. To enter, simply leave a comment here on the blog!

Your Turn!

  • What have you learned from a "let it all out" (vs. Let. It. Go.) experience?
  • How important do "small choices" seem in your daily life?
  • When you feel like losing control, how do you stay calm and exercise self-control?
  • Anything else on your heart!

I’ve been a Controller since the Cradle


A high school friend recently tagged me in this photo on Facebook.
I showed Daniel and he said, “Oh, you were so cute!”
My first thought, however, was “Oh. My. Goodness. I didn’t realize it started that long ago!”
“It” being my tendency to control.
Can’t you just hear my body language shouting, “I am playing with this doll stroller, and I’m not sharing!”
Notice the diaper bag slung strategically cross-wise over my body so that nobody can even think about taking it from me?
See that determined jaw-set and “my-way-or-the-high-way” smolder in those eyes?
I’m not sure whether to be relieved that my controlling tendencies aren’t something I concocted in high school or dismayed that they’ve been with me since birth!
I’m participating in the Online Bible Study of Karen Ehman‘s Let. It. Go.: How to Stop Running the Show and Start Walking in Faith. Over the last year, God’s been opening my eyes to the myriad ways I attempt to protect myself through inappropriate control of people and circumstances. My hope is to keep learning and surrendering.
After all, my so-called “control” is nothing but an illusion in the first place. But oh, the time, energy, and emotion I’ve poured into trying to make it real!
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Your Turn:

  • In what way(s) do you wrestle with control issues?
  • When you look back at childhood photos, what do you see that surprises you…or doesn’t surprise you?
  • Anything else on your heart!

5 Steps from Feisty to Friendly with Family

During November and December, I'll be studying hope. I'll be sharing what I learn here, in a series called "Hope for the Holidays and Everydays". This week, I'm giving away a copy of Karen Ehman's new book LET. IT. GO.: How to Stop Running the Show and Start Walking in Faith.  

I'd LOVE your input on the cover and title of my upcoming eBook based on May's The PURSE-onality Challenge!  If you take this short survey, the final question invites you to leave your name & e-mail address so I can send you a FREE copy of the eBook when it's done!


My Mother’s Approach
My mother’s home-making skills put Martha Stewart to shame.

She strategized meals the way an artist plans a great work, using colored pencils to sketch out the precise placement of foods on the buffet for maximum visual appeal.

She set an elegant table with the beige, green, and gold china she brought from Germany and her Royal Doulton “Old Country Roses” dessert set.

She served amazing gourmet meals within 30 seconds of the appointed dinner hour, hot foods always hot and cold foods always cold.

She created beautiful centerpieces with flowers from her garden.

It was the same way for the rest of the house. As a Melancholy, she knew the right way everything -- and I do mean everything! -- should be done. And as a Choleric, she made sure things happened her way.

Or. Else.


My Approach

As a Sanguine child, I craved fun. But the work of keeping up a perfect house was never-ceasing. 

I did not value the beauty my mother strove to create. I vowed that when I had my own home, I was not going to be nearly so persnickety.


So my home-making skills are on the opposite side of the spectrum. Which loosely translates to 
  • less intentional.  
  • more messy. 
  • less structured. 
  • more chaotic.

I have intentionally not “become my mother” in the area of home-making skills.

But has this translated to greater harmony in my home?

Hardly.

True, my list of “how things should be done” is shorter. 

I am more REASONABLE.

I am SO MUCH easier to please.

I ask SO MUCH LESS of my children.

So WHY is it so HARD to put the DISHes inSIDE the DISHwasher WHERE. THEY. BE. LONG?!?

Ahem.

Evidently, it’s not the approach to home-making that produces frustration and raised maternal voices.

It’s my approach to the people in my home.


LET. IT. GO.

Reading Chapter 6, “Hovering Over the Home,” in LET. IT. GO. was more than just a little unsettling for me:

When giving instruction, it appears that [the Proverbs 31 woman] was careful to speak in a way that honored and glorified God. The Amplified Version, verse 26, rendered as close to the original language as possible, reads,

“She opens her mouth in skillful and godly Wisdom, and on her tongue is the law of kindness [giving counsel and instruction].”

Kindness.

The tone of voice you’d use with a stranger.

Friendly, not feisty.

And “giving counsel.”

Counsel is giving advice and guidance in a gentle but direct way that helps the person seeking the instruction.

Counsel is not barking.

Counsel is not belittling.

Counsel is not filled with superlatives like “Why can you ever…?” and “See, you never…”

Yes, we should be conscientious, giving counsel; but we should not be controlling, or complaining with criticism.

(Karen:  Why do I feel like you’ve had a secret video camera in my house?)


Trying a Little Kindness

So, despite the thousands of times I know I’ve asked Jonathon to PUT AWAY THE WAFFLE MAKER, this morning I resisted the urge to nag.

I simply stopped by his room and said, “Son, I notice the waffle maker is still out on the counter...” and before I could continue to “Is it still cooling or can it be put away?” he said, “Oh, I’m sorry; I’ll take care of it.”  

And he did!

Instead of venting my frustration at Annemarie for always using up all the peanut butter and old fashioned oats when she’s home, I simply asked, “What have you been eating that needs to be added to the grocery list?”  

And in addition to the peanut butter and oats, she mentioned three others items we were running low on!

When I found the stove covered with burned food after Daniel had made his fabulous breakfast sandwich, rather than fume about it, I cleaned it. 

(He doesn’t care; I do; end of story!)

I know that 1 Peter 3:15 is not referring to the upkeep of the home or even to family members. But the last line is a great reminder for all relationships, not just people I hope to "impress" with my Christian witness:

But in your hearts set apart Christ as Lord. 
Always be prepared to give an answer 
to everyone who asks you to give the reason 
for the hope that you have. 
But do this with gentleness and respect.

In fact, how confusing must my relationship with Christ appear when I am more gentle and respectful to strangers than I am to my own children and husband?


5 Steps from Feisty to Friendly

Here’s how I’m learning to switch from feisty to friendly:

1)  Pause before speaking.

2)  Pray to reflect God’s love rather than reveal my self-ish heart.

3)  Get clear about what I want:  What specific action am I requesting? By when?

4)  Test my tone: constricted and high-pitched or relaxed and low?

5)  Set a time to discuss any recurring issues that need to be addressed.


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Your Turn:
  • What kind of home did you grow up in: super-neat or super-messy? How has this influenced your home-making approach?  
  • Do you tend to speak to your family members with the same regard you would to a stranger, or do you have "special tones" reserved for the "special people" in your life?  
  • Which of the 5 steps looks like a trouble spot for you? Why?  
  • Anything else on your heart!

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How to Fix a Non-Gift-Giving Husband

During November and December, I'll be studying hope. I'll be sharing what I learn here, in a series called "Hope for the Holidays and Everydays". This week, I'm giving away a copy of Karen Ehman's new book LET. IT. GO.: How to Stop Running the Show and Start Walking in Faith.  

I'd LOVE your input on the cover and title of my upcoming eBook based on May's The PURSE-onality Challenge!  If you take this short survey, the final question invites you to leave your name & e-mail address so I can send you a FREE copy of the eBook when it's done!


She gives you a list, and you still can’t get it right?  You idiot!” Daniel shouted at the TV.

We were watching a daytime talk show segment called something like “Men Who Can’t Figure Out How to Give Gifts to Their Wives.” 

I was thrilled by his reaction! 

Finally, I thought, I am going to turn my husband into a gift-giver!


A Non-Gift-Giver

For the first decade of our marriage, I’d been routinely disappointed by Daniel’s gift-giving...or, to be more accurate, complete lack thereof. 

I always spent months looking for just the right gifts for him for Valentine’s Day, Father’s Day, Christmas, and his birthday.

He always asked, “Where did you find this?” in amazement as he opened each truly perfect-for-Daniel present.

In contrast, if he ever gave me a gift (which was rare) it was usually an impersonal “cop-out”: my term for a gift certificate. 

I always translated his rationale (“The real gift is giving you full freedom of choice!”) as I really don’t care enough about you to find something unique and meaningful.

I tried dropping hints.

No use.

Once, I even bought a gift myself. 

Our kids were little, and another certain-to-be-un-celebrated Mother’s Day was approaching. I picked up a pair of “I Love My Mommy!” earrings at a craft fair. 

At home, I gave them to Daniel to have the kids give me. He put them away in a safe hiding place...and they’ve not been seen since, even three moves later!


Making the List

Emboldened by Daniel’s reaction to “Men Who Can’t Figure Out How to Give Gifts to Their Wives,” I asked him, “So if I gave you a list would that help?”

To which he replied (much to my joy!) “Of course!  That would be fantastic!”

I spent hours going through catalogs. Tearing out pages. Using Post-It flags. I settled on ten items, all different, all in the same reasonable price-range. 
  • One sweater (since he loves sweaters)
  • One necklace (in subdued colors he likes)
  • One book (on a topic that interests him)
  • One kitchen item (that he would use)
  • Etc.


I told him repeatedly that any one item on the list would be fine. 

Then, I couldn’t wait for Christmas!

Finally we’d fixed the problem. 

Finally I would have a gift with a little tag that said, “To: Cheri From: Daniel”


Once a Non-Gift-Giver…

I’m a Choleric.  Daniel’s a Phlegmatic.

You don’t really need me to write the rest of the story, do you?

Christmas came and went.

No gift.

Finally I asked, “What happened with the list I gave you?”

He responded, “Well nothing on it was the kind of gift I would get for you.”

(For the record, I did request and receive heavenly strength to avoid yelling, “There’s no such thing as ‘the kind of gift you would get me’ because you never ever get me gifts!”)

I was frustrated.

I was mad.

I was sad.

Finally, I accepted reality:

  • He was never going to change.
  • His lack of gift-giving wasn’t my problem.
  • My continued expectations that he would become my kind of gift-giver was my problem.

Psalm 39:7 took on all new meaning, as I realized I had -- once again! -- been demanding from Daniel the kind of fulfillment only God can give:

But now, Lord, what do I look for?
My hope is in you.


LET. IT. GO.

Reading through the “Managing Your Man”chapter in LET. IT. GO.,  I totally relate to Karen’s description of her passive-aggressive marriage:

I wanted him to stop being so indecisive, to step up, make a move, or tell me what he really thought for once.

Todd wanted me to stop being so bossy, to back off, quit pestering him, and leave him alone, instead of backing him into a corner and making him feel stupid.

He was passive. It made me get aggressive.

I guess you could say we had a passive-aggressive marriage?...

At the core of my issue was my desire to control Todd, including his actions and reactions, his decisions and even his thoughts.

At the crux of his hang-up was a lack of confidence in making decisions. And an underlying fear that when he did make one, it would either be the wrong one or not the one I, his decisive wife, would have chosen.

This sounds so very familiar!


A Generous Gift-Giver

On the job, Daniel makes dozens of decisions an hour. 

But my disrespect for his Phlegmatic nature during the early years of our marriage laid down a foundation of fear. 

He would rather do nothing than risk disappointing me. 

Yes, I still feel a twinge of sadness when Valentine’s Day, my birthday, Mother’s Day, and Christmas come and go gift-free. I have to actively resist the urge to compare “my husband” to “her husband” as the photos go live on Facebook and Twitter.

But then I remember that 
  • every morning, I don’t fall down the stairs as I trudge down them at 5:30 AM because Daniel’s gone ahead of me and turned on the kitchen light.
  • every 30,000 miles, Daniel takes time out of his life to drive my car to the Nissan dealership, sit and wait while it’s being serviced, and then bring it home so I’ll be safe.
  • every time Daniel walks in the front door, and I call out, “Hello Husband!” he responds, “Hello Beautiful!”


So, four days out of the year, he doesn’t fit the profile of a Hallmark Man. 

Oh. Well.

365 days a year he fits the profile of my gift-of-self-giving husband!


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Your Turn:
  • What kinds of gifts do you enjoy receiving? giving?  
  • How have your gift preferences resulted in conflict with someone you're close to because theirs are different?
  • What PURSE-onality gifts (strengths) are you learning to better appreciate in someone close to you?
  • Anything else on your heart!



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