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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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Day 30: JOY (The Freedoms of Joy)


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...weeping may last through the night,
but joy comes with the morning.
Psalm 30:5 (NIV)


Trying Too Hard

In Christmases past, I've wasted so much time trying too hard to manufacture the "right conditions" to produce the "right responses":
  • decorating the house just right so that my guests will admire me.
  • buying the just right gifts so that their recipients will be grateful.
  • cooking all the right foods so that those who eat it will be happy.
  • planning the right family time so that we'll all feel connected.


But things always managed to go wrong.
  • The carrot noses disappeared from all my hand-crafted snow-people, ruining my decorating scheme. 
  • Certain people refused to even open their gifts or, if they did, insisted they didn't need what I'd so carefully selected.
  • Some item of food always sets of the smoke alarm and the meal was never ready on time.
  • At any given moment, someone was grouchy and someone was tired and someone was mad at someone and it could not possibly have been more obvious that we are four very different PURSE-onalities!


Joy is a Gift
Grieving, I'm finding, is a rebirth process that invites joy to flourish in the present.

When I'm not burdened by anxiety for the future or regrets from the past, I'm freed to live in the here and now.

I can receive each present moment as a gift.

I love the verb tense of the Christmas carol lyrics "Joy to the world the Lord is come."

It's in the present tense.  

The Lord is come!


Joy is a Choice

I used to try too hard so that other people would react the way I needed them to so that I could experience holiday joy.

But my experience of joy is not dependent on any other person.

I experience joy because Jesus is come. 

As I choose to focus on Jesus, I choose joy.


The Freedoms of Joy

When I choose Joy, I'm freed from trying too hard so that... Instead,
  • I can decorate my home because doing so is an outward expression of inner celebration ... whether or not the carrot noses are ever found. 
  • I can give gifts because of how much I've been given ... whether or not they're opened or appreciated "properly."
  • I can fix food because it's one way we celebrate the many ways God has provided ... regardless of whether the hot foods are hot or cold foods cold when served.
  • I can hang out with family because -- regardless of our moods -- we are recipients of and expressions of God's unfathomable love. 

No matter what the issues I've struggled with in holidays past, this year I am free to choose joy.

Instead of struggling so that..., I will celebrate because

The Lord is come!


Your Turn:
  • What does "joy" mean to you? How is it different from happiness? What causes you to experience joy? 
  • What types of "trying so hard so that..." has blocked your holiday joy in the past?  
  • Anything else on your heart!


    Day 28: CONTENT (My Heart's Contents Control My Contentment)


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    My language-loving brain has been playing around with today's word.

    I realized that "to my heart's content" could have two very different meanings depending on how I pronounce "content."  

    So I looked up both pronunciations:

    1)  con·tent  [KON-tent]

    noun

    Usually plural: contents.  Something that is contained: the contents of a box.

    Early meaning:  held within


    2)  con·tent  [kuhn-TENT]

    adjective

    satisfied with what one is or has; not wanting more or anything else.

    Early meaning:  restrained desires



    Then I pondered today's verse:

    I know what it is to be in need 
    and I know what it is to have plenty. 
    I have learned the secret of being content
    in any and every situation, 
    whether well fed or hungry, 
    whether living in plenty or in want.
    Philippians 4:12 (NIV)



    Clearly, my outer circumstances do not have to dictate my contentment.  

    They will when I allow them to! 

    But when the correct contents are held within my heart, then I will be content, with all unhealthy desires restrained.

    And what are the correct contents?

    An old favorite song from when my children were far younger came to mind:

    I have the love of Jesus, 
    love of Jesus
    down in my heart.
    (Where?)
    Down in my heart!
    (Where?)
    Down in my heart!

    I have the love of Jesus,
    love of Jesus, 
    down in my heart.
    (Where?)
    Down in my heart to stay!

    And I’m so happy,
    so very happy!
    I’ve got the love of Jesus 
    in my heart!
    (Down in my heart)
    And I'm so happy,
    so very happy!
    I’ve got the love of Jesus
    in my heart!



    Jesus in my Heart

    Perhaps this sounds sounds simplistic. 

    But I believe it is this simple:

    I am content when Jesus is my heart's sole content.

    No, it's not easy...at least not for me. 

    Not yet.

    For decades, I've allowed my external circumstances to dictate my thoughts, my beliefs, my moods, my words, my actions, my reactions.

    And the havoc this has wreaked -- in my life and my marriage and my relationship with my children and my friendships -- makes "restrained desires" sound like sweet sweet music to my tired ears.


    When Jesus is the Content of Our Hearts

    When Jesus is the content of my Sanguine heart, I will be content with the joy He brings in the present moment, with no need to keep seeking or creating more "fun".

    When Jesus is the content of my Melancholy heart, I will be content in His perfection, without needing to strive to prove my own.

    When Jesus is the content of my Choleric heart, I will be content with His control of my life, with no need to keep trying to get it back.

    When Jesus is the content of my Phlegmatic heart, I will be content with His peace that passes all understanding, without needing to play relational peace-faker.

    When Jesus is my heart's content, I can say, "My heart's content!" 

    In any and every circumstance.



    Your Turn:
    • What does "content" mean to you? 
    • What helps you make Jesus your heart's content
    • Anything else on your heart!