Showing posts with label Thinking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thinking. Show all posts

The One Hope for a Marriage of Opposites

During November and December, I'll be diving into a personal Bible study of hope. I'll be sharing what I learn here, in a series called "Hope for the Holidays and Everydays."

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It's Marriage Monday over at Chrysalis, and today's topic is gender differences.


Feeling vs. Thinking

My husband dislikes emotions so much that he would become a Vulcan if only he could. 

I, on the other hand, am loving my new hobby of dramatic monologue. (As my instructor put it, my job as a performer is “to feel for the audience"!) 

My husband once told me, "I can't stand things that aren't logical!" in the morning and then "You're just so illogical!" in the afternoon.

And then was baffled when I came to the tearful conclusion that he couldn't stand me.

Ahhh, the joys of a T(hinker) married to an F(eeler)!

According to Meyers-Briggs, Daniel is an INTP, and I'm an ENFJ

We're pretty much as opposite as can be. And our opposite approaches to emotions has been the #1 cause of frustration in our marriage.


Expectations vs. Reality

I expected Daniel to be my male BFF once we got married: I would pour out my feelings, and he would hold me, stoke my hair, dry my tears. I would feel understood, validated, and comforted. Nirvana!

Imagine my surprise when it turned out that Daniel was pretty much allergic to tears. The only thing that made him more hostile was an incompetent driver! 

His solution to the issue of tears was an immediate barrage of logical information. Tears must be the result of incorrect information; thus, correct information should solve the problem.

Needless to say, his torrent of data did nothing to comfort me. In fact, to Daniel's dismay, it somehow made me feel worse! The more he explained, the more I cried; the more I cried, the more he explained.


If I Could Turn Back Time

As we meander through our 25th year of marriage, Daniel and I are reflecting back on our early years. With some regret, yes, but mostly sympathetic chuckles for our silly, stubborn, immature former selves.

If I could speak wisdom to newlywed me, it would sound a lot like Romans 5:3-5:

Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, 
because we know that suffering produces perseverance; 
perseverance, character; and character, hope. 
And hope does not disappoint us, 
because God has poured out his love into our hearts 
by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.

I most certainly did not “rejoice” in my sufferings during the first decade of our marriage!

When Daniel and I got into one of our Thinker-vs-Feeler fights, I was devastated. I tried to make him empathize with me. When that didn’t work, I thought about leaving. Then I felt guilty, and I vowed to change who I was and become more like him.

We fought the same battle over and over -- his way vs. my way. We never progressed, and neither of us grew. 


What I Know Now

Through good books, counselors, and support groups, my immature expectations were finally challenged. 

I learned to reframe absolutes -- such as “I need Daniel to ______” -- as preferences. 

And when my actual valid needs went un-met, I learned to find appropriate ways to meet them, rather than resenting him for ignoring them.

I learned to turn to God, rather than a flawed fellow human, for my source of worth and identity. I was thrilled to discover that Jesus can handle women who cried; after all, he wept with them! 

My character began to change, but my goal was no longer to become like my husband so that he’d like me better and fight with me less. My new goal was to become more like Christ. A Christian in daily living, not just in name or habit.

For years, I had tried to work on my marriage. Or, to be more precise, I had tried to work on Daniel. Tried to turn him into the husband I’d expected so that we would have the marriage I’d expected.

But when I left Daniel alone and started working on my own “stuff,” my disappointment in him, and with our marriage, began to ebb. The more I grew, the more hope grew, too. 

How ironic: when I gave up my expectations, I got what I’d wanted all along.


Two Imperfect People Loved by One Perfect God

The perfect ending to this blog post would be for me to report that as I’ve become “less emotional,” Daniel has gotten more comfortable with emotions, right?

But Daniel is still allergic to my tears. (He bravely survived my first monologue performance in May, but it’s actually a good thing he missed my second one in October!)

No, the only "perfect ending" is the God who is still hard at work on both of us, pouring out His love into our perpetually empty hearts. He is the best -- and eternal -- hope for our marriage!


Try This:  

If you're not already familiar with the Meyers-Briggs inventory, check it out!  Personality Pathways gives you an overview. You can Google the actual test (...give yourself 20-30 minutes to take it!)


Your Turn:
  • If you're familiar with your Meyers-Briggs "score," what are you? How does your pattern blend/not blend with those you're close to? What holiday (and everyday!) challenges do you face?
  • How do you respond to the progression of "suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope"? Is this encouraging or discouraging to you? Why?
  • Anything else on your heart!

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Day 22: FRUIT (I Didn't Think...I Was a People-Pleaser!)


Each day during The PURSE-onality Challenge: "A Holiday-Ready Heart" in October, Untangling Christmas by Karen Ehman and LeAnn Rice, will be our give-away prize!  

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Day 14: TRUST (+ How Each PURSE-onality Can Get Day Overwhelmed)
Day 15: PATIENT (+ Practicing Now for Patience Then)
Day 16: NO RECORD (+ How to Have Grudge-Free Holidays)
Day 17: TRUTH (Each PURSE-onality's Take on Truth)
Day 18: PERSEVERE (+2 Cures for Procrastination)
Day 19: BLESS (Your Feelings Can Help You Choose)
Day 20: BUILDING (20+ Ways to Build with Words)
Day 21: HOLD (Hold Back, Let Go, and Step Up)



I thought I was “just” a recovering perfectionist.

Sure, when I launched the “Women Trying to Measure Up” survey in June, I included several other issues: performance-orientation, procrastination, and people-pleasing. 

But I knew they were other people’s problems, not mine.

So I was stunned to find that my readers' comments about people-pleasing (a “non-issue” for me, remember!)  centered on two words that totally describe me:  

resentful and bitter.


People-Pleaser: Who, Me?

I was baffled. 

My inner feelings fit the profile of a people-pleaser. 

But I did not see myself as a people-pleaser. 

At. All.

Oh, how I hated the idea of being a people-pleaser!

But I hated the idea of being a resentful bitter woman even more.

So I did a most dangerous thing. 

I prayed that risky prayer: “Lord, open my eyes. Help me to see what I’ve been unable (or unwilling) to see.”


The Loaned Thumb Drive

The very next day, God took me up on my offer.

It was Career Day at school, and my only task was to “monitor” the students who came in and out of my classroom to hear the two presenters. The kids were attentive; the realtor and architect were superb. 

I was under no stress. In fact, I was relaxed.

Then one of my students dashed into the room, gasping, “Mrs. G! My mom needs a thumb drive!”

Knowing his mother was presenting in another classroom, I reached into my purse, grabbed the first thumb drive my fingers touched, and tossed it across the room to him.

He thanked me.

I felt victorious. 

The entire exchange took less than 10 seconds.


The All-Important Thumb Drive

A few days later, I sat down at my laptop to grade my English II students’ Hero Presentation PowerPoints. 

I reached for the three thumb drives I knew were in my purse and froze when I only found two.

Oh yeah, I loaned one. 

Worry knotted one corner of my stomach.

No, I’m sure odds are in my favor. I still have two of the three thumb drives. The one I need is bound to be here.

Seconds later, I was reminded why I’m not a gambler.

I had two thumb drives all right, but my students’ Hero PowerPoints weren’t on either one.

So I texted my student.

Panic gripped my stomach, my back, and my neck when he responded, 

“I returned it the same day!”


The Lost Thumb Drive

I ransacked my purse. Five times.

No 3rd thumb drive.

Tore apart my desk at home. Searched the floors.

No 3rd thumb drive.

Did the same at school.

No 3rd thumb drive.

But I did find an un-named thumb drive that looked like mine; but it was 16 GB while mine were all 8 GB.

Oh yeah! I sold him a thumb drive just like this in August!

I texted to ask if he might have kept mine and given me his.

He promised to look again.

The next day, we confirmed that the un-named thumb drive was his.

But he had no idea where mine was.

“Sorry Mrs. G!”


Resentful & Bitter Me

"Sorry Mrs. G?"  

That’s it?  

Doesn’t he realize how important that thumb drive is to me?

I e-mailed his mother. Surely she, an educator, would understand!

Silence.

From them.

But, oh, my inner dialogue was loud and outraged!
  • I can’t believe…
  • Of all the ungrateful…
  • I didn’t even think twice before I…


People-Pleaser: Yes, Me

Wait a minute.

I didn’t even think once.

When asked for a thumb drive, I didn’t even pause to think!

I reacted out of instinct to solve someone else’s problem without evaluating my own needs.

And now I’m mad at them?
  • Whose fault is it that I didn’t say, “Hang on -- let me check to see if there’s anything vital on here that I wouldn’t want to lose”? 
  • Whose fault is it that I didn't say, "If you can wait 5 minutes, I may be able to help you. If you need one faster, ask someone else"?
  • Whose fault is it that the fruit I’m currently reaping is a crop of resentment and bitterness?


Holiday Fruit

But the fruit of the Spirit is 
love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, 
faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. 
Against such things there is no law. 
Galatians 5:22-23 (NIV)

When I act on instinct -- 
  • without thinking
  • without praying
  • without listening for the Still Small Voice
--all I get is rotten fruit.

Resentment and bitterness are the counterfeit spoils of the fruit of the Spirit.

I want the sweet fruit of the Holy Spirit this holiday season not a rotten mess of people-pleasing.

Which means I need to practice now so that I'm ready then to pause, pray, perceive, and praise!



Your Turn:

  • When have you taken care of someone else's "need" without giving thought to your own legitimate needs?
  • How do you feel God calling you to please Him, not people, during the upcoming holidays?
  • Anything else on your heart!


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Warm-Up Day 3: Tunnel of Grudge or New Train of Thought?


I’m a grudge-holder. 

Not your common every day average grudge-holder.
No way.
If grudge-holding were an olympic sport, I’d be the gold medalist and world record holder. 
I vividly remember
  • The best friend who moved, promising we’d write. I wrote; she didn’t. 
  • The best friend who dumped me, saying, “I’m not losing anything, I’m throwing it away, because that’s what you do with trash.”
  • The best friend who stole my boyfriend and then kept coming to me for relationship advice.
And that’s just 4th-8th grade! (There’s a BFF theme here, but that’s a whole ‘nother blog post!)
Daniel and I married young, so I quickly adapted my BFF grudge-holding skills into DH grudge-holding skills. 
He’d say something in five short seconds that I could rehearse, mull, and stew over for hours, days, weeks, months, and even years!
Tunnel Thinking
On my own, 
  • I think how valid my point of view truly is. 
  • I think how noble my intentions were. 
  • I think how right I (almost) always am. 
  • I think how pure my motives have (usually) been. 
  • I think how lovely it would be for everyone to agree with me
  • I think how much I love having people admire me; seeing “excellent!” written at the top of my papers; being praised for my accomplishments.
On my own, I think me, my, I
On my own, I think self.
On my own, I am self-ish.
A New Train of Thought
Philippians 4:8 offers a radically different way of thinking:
Finally, brothers, 
whatever is true
whatever is noble
whatever is right
whatever is pure
whatever is lovely
whatever is admirable
whatever is excellent or praiseworthy
think on these things.
Get on Board!
We can stay in the dark tunnel of self, nursing grudges. 


We can rehearse thinking “poor me” and “oh my” and “If only I.” We can throw ourselves a pity party (which isn’t much of a party, as nobody brings gifts and the entertainment is terrible!)
Or we can jump on board and get moving from where we are now to where God wants us to be. Where He has plans for us to be. Where He is eagerly anticipating us to be. 
We can’t do both.  We have to choose:
The seemingly “safe” tunnel of grudge-holding?
or 
A no-baggage-needed adventure on a new train of thought?



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  • What does Philippians 4:8 say to you?
  • What grudge would you leave behind, once and for all, during The PURSE-onality Challenge?


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Warm-Up Week, Day 1: What's Wrong With It?

Warm-Up Week, Day 2: The Heart and Mouth Connection