Showing posts with label character. Show all posts
Showing posts with label character. 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."

Each week, I'll be giving away a book. This week's title is 21 Ways to Connect With Your Kids by Kathi Lipp, with personality assessment and applications contributed by yours truly!

Head to Kathi's blog for an online assessment that will help you figure out your child's PURSE-onality, as well as some great freebie downloads: $15 Family Fun Nights, 50 Ways to Connect With Your Son, and 50 Ways to Connect With Your Daughter. Oh, and if you haven't already "Liked" Kathi on Facebook, I think you'd actually LOVE her!

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I'm working on an eBook compilation of May's The PURSE-onality Challenge blog posts and would LOVE your input via this title and cover survey!

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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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How to Love the Hard to Love

Easy to Love


Meet Rafiki. 

Our family welcomed this little scrap of orange fluff over five years ago. He was the runt of two litters and had been rejected by both mothers. For several days, he had to be hand-fed as he hovered between life and death.

Too weak to mew, the only sound Rafiki made in his early weeks was a surprisingly strong purr. He frequently got stuck behind furniture, but we always found him by calling his name and listening for “that purr.”

Rafiki is, by far, the most “people cat” we’ve ever had. He is my husband’s little lamb, following Daniel everywhere he goes, purring up a storm the entire time. 

When I lie down with a book, he cuddles up on my chest and puts his around my neck in a fond embrace, purring 3.0+ on the Richter scale. 

He sleeps at the foot of our bed, and every time we stir, no matter how slightly, he begins to purr. He can be dead asleep on the couch, but if I simply walk into the room, I’ll hear “that purr” of welcome.

It’s so easy to love Rafiki. He started out helpless and cute, and he’s grown up to be loyal and regal. Best of all, he absolutely adores us. Which makes it so very easy to adore him back.


Hard to Love
 
In stark contrast is a kitten I met during a mercifully short trip to the vet not long ago.... 


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Why I Follow (Even Stupid) Rules

(August 20-31 I'll be blogging my way through I Blame Eve: Freedom from Perfectionism, Control Issues, & the Tendency to Listen to Talking Snakes by Susanna Foth Aughtmon and giving away a copy each week!  You can enter the drawing via the Rafflecopter at the end of each blog post or right here.)

"We think we can be good if we try hard enough….The snake loves this thinking because it is delusional in two ways: 
(1) we think we have the ability to tally up goody points to get Jesus to love us, and (2) we think we have the right to judge others who don’t follow the rules. We get two sins for the price of one: pride and judging. 

And, of course, we are missing the point completely. God is not impressed when we follow the rules. The way we act needs to flow out of our love for him, not out of our desire to appear holy….He does not call us to a life of good behavior. He calls us to a life filled with him….."

Susanna Foth AughtmonI Blame Eve: Freedom from Perfectionism, Control Issues, & the Tendency to Listen to Talking Snakes

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From yesterday’s comments and e-mails, I learned (to my great relief!) that I'm not the only one who regularly wipes down public bathroom counters, drives 44 in the 45 zone, and counts what’s in my cart before going into the 15 items or less lane!

But lest you worry that I’m throwing the proverbial baby out with the bathwater, let me be clear:  

I am still a rule-follower. 

I’ve watched the lives of plenty of rebels--teenage and middle age--up close and personal. 

Not pretty. Absolutely no allure.


Why I Choose to Follow Rules

This summer, I listened to the audio book of Donald Miller’s A Million Miles in a Thousand Years and then bought the paperback and read much of it aloud to Daniel. 

We were struck by a simple truth:  in a movie, the choices a character makes determines the plot. The plot then changes the character. 

Ultimately, choices make a character.

Miller suggests applying this principle to everyday life. If I make a different choice today, my life will be different today. If I make a different choice every day, my life trajectory will alter. As my life changes, I will become a different kind of person. 

Ultimately, my choices create my character.

Of course, this isn’t a new idea. But somehow the movie analogy made it seem so real, especially since Daniel and I were collaborating on a workshop called “Heroes, Villains, and the Universal Epic.” 

We started wondering aloud, throughout each day, which of the choices available to us would be the “heroic” choice and which would be the “villainous” choice. Sure, these are just slightly different terms for “good” and “bad.” But for some reason, thinking within the paradigm of a grand story, the choices felt like they mattered more.

Ultimately, this is why my rule-following choices matter: they change my story and create my character. 


Same Rule, Actual Choice

So, revisiting yesterday’s Starbucks-mochas-and-the-movie-theater incident:  

My knee-jerk reaction to the sign disturbs me not because I think we should have blown off the rule and taken the drinks inside the theater. 

My automatic fear reaction to the rule disturbs me because my behavior was a perfect example of what Aughtmon calls “Pharisee-like piety: prettied up on the outside and dead on the inside.” 

It was all rule, zero relationship. I was not listening to the Holy Spirit, nor was I seeking to show a Christ-like example to my brother.

A more thought-full, conscientious response might have been to read the sign and simply tell my brother, “I’ll meet you in there” as I stayed behind to finish my mocha. 

I would still choose not to take my drink in. 

The key is choice.


“So That” vs. “Because”

I know I keep circling back to these two ideas. They’re helping me clarify so much about what hasn’t worked in the past and choose that which is working better now.

My fear with following rules “so that” is that I focus so much on the rules, and the outcome that I need, that I forget about relationships.

And my hope with following rules “because” is that I will focus so much on my relationships with God and others that I will forget all about the rules.

Not because I’ve stopped following them.

But because I’ve stopped noticing that I’m following the rules in the joy of following Him.



Your Turn:
  • In what areas are you a rule-follower? 
  • How have you followed rules stupid?
  • Anything else on your heart!


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TPC "lite": Short cry for HELP! (Found my stack of Thank You notes!)


Two practical blog posts resulted from this one: 


"Putting Unused Thank You Notes to Use – Part 1"


"Putting Unused Thank You Notes to Use – Part 2"




So, this isn't a real blog post.


It's a cry for help.


Here's what I found during my 15 minutes of desk de-cluttering today:

I did not photograph the envelopes with addresses and postage from...er...previous decades. (There is such a thing as too much transparency, right?!?)
I've bought cards. Made cards. Designed cards (the bottom four are even my daughter's photography–where is my maternal pride?!?)
Yet I've not written a real thank you in...who knows. Probably decades.
I know my "baditude" right now: guilt.
But what to do?
Give up and just throw them all away in recognition that I'm not the thank you note "type"?
But I am. 
I love receiving hand-written notes. I believe in the grand ideal of hand-written notes.
But my belief is not translating to my behavior.
So something needs to change.
Trashing the note cards to get rid of guilt would be a quick and easy change.
But it would also be a cop out.
This guilt isn't just self-condemnation. This is conviction.
So, I'm seeking guidance and wisdom from my sisters. 
If you're a note-writer, how do you do it? I know that sounds like a dumb question, but I mean it seriously: Tell us how and when and why and where...give it to us step-by-step, especially your thinking process and intentional choices.
This may be "no duh" obvious to many of you, but trust me: for some of us, it's baffling.
Paul said it so well:  
"I don't really understand myself, 
for I want to do what is right, 
but I don't do it. 
Instead, I do what I hate."
(Romans 7:15)
I hate looking at all my unused note cards. Of themselves, they are not a moral issue. But  for me, the principles of selflessness and gratitude they represent are character issues.

Bless us with your best advice, wisdom, guidance, experience, input, etc. in the Comments!