The Quilt that Letting Go Built

When Jonathon was 7, he was totally into Monopoly. I went on eBay and found a Monopoly clock, Monopoly mug, and then struck the Monopoly motherload: Monopoly fabric!

I bought enough to make a quilt, pillows, and curtains. I signed up for a quilt-making class. I even cut a lot of the fabric into strips. Sewed some of them into T shapes.

And then–-as is so typical for my Sanguine/Expressive personality–-I ran out of steam.

I got bored.

More specifically, I became discouraged by all the attention to detail required. I didn’t want details; I wanted a quilt!

So, I set the project aside. Then bagged it up. Eventually stored it in the garage.

For 10 years.

When I pulled out the box that held the bag that held all that Monopoly fabric in December 2010, my heart took a fantastical leap, and I thought, “I can finish this now…or this summer…or next year!”

But I was under extreme conviction that my habit of “storing stuff” was not good stewardship. Especially since I’d just discovered that a gorgeous cut of camel-and-cream wool/silk blend I’d bought (10 years prior!) to make Daniel a long coat had been ruined by mice.

So I took photos of the Monopoly fabric and posted them on Facebook with the notice:

“Free to good home.”

The parent of a student responded immediately. Not only was she an avid quilter, but her name was Sherry, too!  She offered to take, and promised to use, all my quilting fabric and supplies.

And then–-as is so typical for my Sanguine/Expressive personality–-I forgot all about the fabric. Out of sight, out of mind. I’m an idea gal, a starter, so I was on to new projects.

Two years later, Sherry blessed me with photos of the quilt I started more than a decade ago, and she so lovingly and carefully finished last month:

It looks better than I even imagined!

She’s given it to a family member who was thrilled to receive it and adores having it.

And what a gift she’s given me: confirmation that letting go frees me from my bondage to stuff and frees someone else to enjoy using it.

Your Turn:

• Have you ever given “stuff” away and discovered what a blessing it was (a) to be rid of it and (b) to know it was blessing someone else?

• I’ve been slowly letting go of fabric, books, and scrapping supplies. How about you?

• What’s one area in your home that would be so much easier to clean, organize, and/or live in if you could just remove (and perhaps permanently relocate) some of the “stuff”?

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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.  

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“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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