"Have you blogged about that?"
"Um, no, why?"
"Because it's important and people need to hear it."
...or something very close to that was the conversation I had with Morgan on Saturday after coffee.
We had been talking about relationships and I was talking about something I feel is very critical to the health of a relationship. The work that you put into it and the care you take of it and what for me is one of the most critical ways a person can do that. Where I get hung up in telling others about what I feel is so critical for the health of a relationship, is that I feel I'm not worthy to speak to it. I feel I have less credibility because I haven't been married and the only relationship where I thought I might be, I was told by the guy's 7 year old that he was marrying someone else (someone he could save).
I can't speak from experience and say, this has worked for me. I have no concrete examples. These are just my opinions and what I feel is critical to my future marital happiness. Considering I am not now, and haven't been dating anyone in the last 6 months (aside from my dating God project), my future marital happiness is probably a distant reality/concern.
Now, I have been inside many marriages as a nanny and a counselor, so I have seen some really good and some really bad relationships up close and personal. I also have a few years of study in Psychology, Anthropology & Sociology (a.k.a. Behavioral Sciences) and my B.A. that started these thoughts rolling. Which, I guess, is all to say that I haven't just pulled them out of thin air... yet I still doubt my ability to offer this advice to anyone other than myself and whomever I end up marrying as something I want to do. That this is something I feel is necessary to make a part of our relationship for it's health and sustainability.
It's one word that some people find very off putting.
COUNSELING
Honestly, I think everyone should be in counseling to some degree, but especially before you get married and then while you are married.
I think there is a great benefit to premarital counseling but I think that there is just as much (if not more) value to counseling post-"I do." It is just my opinion, but in the first few years I think you should be meeting with your counselor about quarterly just to have someone there to help clear the air and guide the hard conversations. Merging two lives isn't easy and a lot of times I have seen people brush little stuff aside which isn't all bad, but can also cause all that little stuff to build up until it does become a big problem. Having a trusted person there to help guide the conversation and help the two people work through things can only make the relationship stronger as far as I am concerned. After a few years you could probably go in twice a year instead of quarterly because by then your communication skills should be stronger and eventually I think you just go in once a year as a yearly check up type thing to make sure the relationship stays healthy.
If a problem arises anywhere along the life of the relationship you can go in more often as needed but because you have been going all along this increase would feel more natural and would hopefully not be as intimidating as if you had never been and suddenly decided to go as a last ditch effort. You would have years of built up trust in your counselor and hopefully the tools to help you work through things when they were still relatively minor issues instead of huge overwhelming messes that no one wanted to acknowledge.
I don't understand why so many people view counseling as a bad thing. To me, and okay I am a little biased considering my background, it is just like going in for your yearly physical. When you have a baby, you go in lots for "well baby" visits. The baby grows so much in the first few weeks, months & years that you have to go in often to keep an eye on the development and try to catch possible problems or complications before they are major health complications. As the child grows, the space between appointments does too until it is just a yearly check up. To me, a marriage is much like a new life... why wouldn't you do everything possible to protect it and make sure it develops in a healthy way?
So many people wait until it is almost too late to get help. They let things build up and build up until they are one step away from walking out before they decide to seek help. At that point they have so little time to effect real change because it is almost too little too late to make a difference. The last straw is likely to come before any real healing has begun and it is because they waited too long to seek help for what was ailing the relationship.
I don't want that for my future. I don't want my relationship to die of a preventable problem simply because I refused to get help in time. I want lost of date nights, plenty of alone time and yearly check ups with a counselor to grow a healthy relationship instead of the common belief that after "I do" it will all just magically happen and fall into place. I don't want a relationship where I focus on growing the family while my husband focuses on providing the family and we never focus on each other because over time we would grow apart. I feel that you should put as much effort and care into your relationship as you do into work. It shouldn't be hard work or a chore, but it will take time and effort and hopefully whomever I am with will want (as much as I do) to put that effort in to growing a really great relationship.
Growing my relationship with God and trying to figure it all out one step at a time.
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Monday, September 6, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Daddy daughter time
Almost a year ago, I found myself sitting on the patio at my parents’ house. My dad and I were talking about guys & relationships… it wasn’t the talk I was expecting. I am not sure what I thought we were going to talk about, but there we were enjoying the 78 degree Texas Christmas Eve as my Dad told me I expected too much of people and wasn’t forgiving enough.
OUCH!
I wanted to argue that it’s not true. I tried to point out that dating just isn’t the same in this era of text messages, booty calls and random hooking up (all of which I hate). I think it’s disrespectful to send out a mass text message and see who responds, booty calls are demeaning and hook ups are emotionally damaging. I went on to explain to my dad how I never expect more of others than I do of myself.
He agreed. (Yippee)
Then he went on to say that I am incredibly compassionate, generous, loving and devoted to those in my life. BUT, few people get to know all that about me because I’m a lot of work. He said I needed to be more forgiving in my relationships because people are not perfect. I tried to convince him that I don’t expect perfection, just common curtsey and respect. I also said I really hate feeling like the 3 year old I work with behaves better than the adult I am spending my time with after work; I am not into parenting the guy I am dating. My dad snorted at me and said guys don’t want to feel parented by the women they are involved with but did suggest picking better guys if they were acting like toddlers.
Gotta love Dad! (If only it were so easy to find good guys…)
What he told me next took me completely by surprise. My parents were supposed to get married in November, but two weeks before the wedding my dad went to my mom and asked to call it off. To say I was shocked by this wouldn’t even do it justice. I instantly imagined how hurt my mom would have been. I cannot imagine what all her thoughts were but what came next was another shock. My dad didn’t call it off because he didn’t want to marry her. He did. He just wasn’t sure they should be getting married so soon. He was only 23 and she was 24, so Dad wasn’t sure they were ready for all the responsibilities of being married. The most unusual part of all this is that Mom is generally the cautious one and Dad is the wild one. She lives in the structured world of technology with her organization and spreadsheets while he lives in the creative world as a photographer and believes in the pile system of “organizing” his office. She is the planner and he is the spur of the moment guy, so that he was the one who threw up the red flag says a lot about where he was at mentally.
I am not sure what happened between November and the beginning of May, but I know they got married and had 3 children. Their marriage was strong enough to survive my younger brother's death. Their marriage was strong enough to survive the everyday ups and downs of a relationship. When I moved to Germany my parents apparently separated briefly (I don’t have many of the details, they didn’t tell me about it my brother did) but they were back together after a month. It survived the move to Texas, both of my Grandfathers’ deaths and several job changes. Now, 31 years later they have set a great example for my brother and me, but it might never have been.
I am not sure how I would have reacted if I was my mom. Not having many of the details of the situation makes it hard to put myself fully in her shoes, but I can look at my past relationships. I can see where guys I was with walked away and safely say I don’t believe there was much they could have said later that would have convinced me to take them back. I can see where my Dad was coming from with his advice; looking at the life they have made together I see what a loss it would have been had she not been more forgiving.
Monday night I did something I felt urged to do. I sent an ex an email thanking him for something he had said to me shortly after we first met and asking for his forgiveness because at the time I didn’t see the value of what he was trying to share with me. The relationship is long over and I want to get nothing for myself from this email, but I did want to offer him something. It wanted him to know he was right. It was important for me to acknowledge that to him and then apologize for discounting his wisdom (even if he never realized I had) because in the years since he said it I have come to appreciate what he said.
It is likely not what my dad intended to come of his story, but it is a direct result of his words. Hopefully, my next relationship will also be better for the wisdom my Dad chose to share with me. Sure, initially I wanted to fight what he was saying and argue against his assessment. There were lots of tears from both of us. It hurt to hear my dad say I was hard to get to know and that I needed to be more forgiving of others and expect less. I honestly feel I am pretty open and give a lot to others. Plus, I’m still not sure I agree with the lower expectations, but I have certainly tried to offer people more chances. I’ve also made a point of telling them when they were right (even years later) because I do see it as something that is important. I know I am not perfect and I am not so prideful that I can’t admit when I’ve made a mistake.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Girl dating God
I had it all planned out. I was going to go on these 30 dates with God and blog all about it. I couldn't wait to get started and I didn't. I went on that first date right when I said I would and it was GLORIOUS! We didn't go to Starbucks as I intended but went to Le Peep for breakfast instead. I'm sure you know what they say about telling God your plans... it's true, none of this has gone at all the way I thought it would! It has been so much better. That first morning (and most times since) I spent way more time sitting there absorbing all he wanted to tell me. Lots of what I read I already knew on a level, but this time my heart was invested in a different way and so some truths I had previously read sunk into my heart in a whole new way. I was so excited to have this time alone with Him all I wanted was more time with Him. Sadly, Bren came to town (which was great, don't get me wrong) and so I had to postpone the next date. I did feel God with us in several moments and I am aware enough to know that in a dating relationship you go out with friends, but these 30 dates need to be just Him and I. It needs to be about me aligning my heart with his and connecting with him, so as much as I felt him during that time, I will not count them. One of the first things God revealed to me was how sacred this time between us is. It's not to say that I won't share some of the truths He is making me aware of, but I will respect Him (and this relationship I am growing with Him) enough not to put every moment of our time together on blast. I can't imagine dating a guy and putting all of the intimate and private moments out for mass consumption. Sure, to share parts of it or lessons learned is one thing or to talk about a situation with the other person's knowledge and consent is fine, but not every private conversation or sweet moment needs to be revealed. Some things are just for the two people involved. I will say I am in awe of the things He is doing during this time. All the little ways He sends me "love notes" or speaks to my heart have been overwhelming. It is much like a new romance in that the more time I spend with Him, the more time I want to be with Him.
This morning God did something really remarkable. He sang to me! Ok, so he used Billy Joel to do the actual work, but I know it was for me and from Him. Just a little love note from Heaven that answered a question I had yet to even really voice. The last few days I have been re-reading Captivating to remind myself of all the amazing lessons inside and to re-read the notes I made a few years back. There has been some great growth and some very neglected areas that needed the refresher course I have been on. Last night after group I was getting ready for bed and I decided to check my alarm. Now you need to know, I NEVER TOUCH THE DIAL. I had the worst time getting a station to come in clearly when I moved here. If I had reception while laying in bed it would be static while I was standing or the reverse. I found some obscure station out of Bowling Green that came in clearly and didn't play country music so that is where the dial has been ever since. Just to make sure that I will wake up when my alarm is on radio I hit the snooze to assure myself music and not static comes through. Last night, it was nothing but garbled static that faded in and out. I was annoyed but grateful I had checked. I fiddled around for a bit going from one end of the dial to the other twice before I got a clear station and went to bed.
This morning I woke up about an hour before my alarm. Instead of rolling over and trying to fall back asleep (like I usually would) I decided to journal. It was just a private letter to God thanking Him for all He has recently revealed to me and all the many ways He has made His heart known to mine. It felt as if we were sharing this beautiful moment still laying in bed, but I was pouring my heart out letting God know how much I loved Him and loved where this whole 30 dates thing was going. Suddenly, in a mental conversational lull, my "alarm" came on and there were no words. It was the first cords of the song, starting out soft and quiet before I knew it God was talking right to my heart:
She's got a way about her
I don't know what it is
But I know that I can't live without her
She's got a way of pleasin'
I don't know why it is
But there doesn't have to be a reason
Anyway
She's got a smile that heals me
I don't know what it is
But I have to laugh when she reveals me
She's got a way of talkin'
I don't know what it is
But it lifts me up when we are walkin'
Anywhere
She comes to me when I'm feelin' down
Inspires me without a sound
She touches me and I get turned around
She's got a way of showin'
How I make her feel
And I find the strength to keep on goin'
She's got a light around her
And everywhere she goes
A million dreams of love surround her
Everywhere
She comes to me when I'm feelin' down
Inspires me without a sound
She touches me and I get turned around
She's got a smile that heals me
I don't know what it is
But I have to laugh when she reveals me
She's got a way about her
I don't know what it is
But I know that I can't live without her
Anyway
I don't know what it is
But I know that I can't live without her
She's got a way of pleasin'
I don't know why it is
But there doesn't have to be a reason
Anyway
She's got a smile that heals me
I don't know what it is
But I have to laugh when she reveals me
She's got a way of talkin'
I don't know what it is
But it lifts me up when we are walkin'
Anywhere
She comes to me when I'm feelin' down
Inspires me without a sound
She touches me and I get turned around
She's got a way of showin'
How I make her feel
And I find the strength to keep on goin'
She's got a light around her
And everywhere she goes
A million dreams of love surround her
Everywhere
She comes to me when I'm feelin' down
Inspires me without a sound
She touches me and I get turned around
She's got a smile that heals me
I don't know what it is
But I have to laugh when she reveals me
She's got a way about her
I don't know what it is
But I know that I can't live without her
Anyway
I honestly believe that there is a hole in my soul that nothing other than God can fill. I'm also starting to believe the reverse is true and it has been something I have been thinking about a lot. Is there a me shaped hole in God? If we are all made in God's image, then is it fair to say that by not letting my beauty shine, I am denying others the fullness of knowing God through me? By letting past hurts keep my walls up am I blocking the path others may have had to seeing and knowing God through me and my heart? He LOVES me in a way I struggle to fully understand. He knows me, all of my thoughts, all of my actions, all of my fears and resentments. He knows the wounds that have been inflicted on me and the ones inflicted by me. Yet, He finds me beautiful, wonderful, delightful and intriguing. He may know all about me and the plans He has for me, but He longs to hear me give voice to those thoughts, hopes, and desires. Not as a prayer or pleading with Him to make something happen, but as a conversation laying all of my soul bare to Him. He knows it, but He wants me to want to tell Him about it. He answered a question I had tonight in a few lines of the song He sang to my heart this morning.
Right up there is the answer to something I asked him in the quiet stillness of my heart.
Something I barely gave voice to.
The best part is, He answered before I asked to prove how much He knows me and how He loves me. He knows my questions, my doubts and my fears before I ever give voice to them. Just like He knows my hopes, dreams and the desires of my heart before I give voice to them. He still wants me to WANT to go to Him and tell Him all about them. Now this is not a new revelation. I have loved God and known I was loved by God,but the truths He is revealing and the way He is doing it on these dates is simply amazing to me. The gentle reminders are refreshers to past truths I discovered before He takes me to a deeper level to revel it more fully in a way I can now understand that I wasn't able seen before.
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