Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Real Expectations

When you're caught up in a storm of grief, the clouds actually bring clarity, unlike the usual meaning of the word, "cloud".  Grief "clouds", as they shroud you in their grayness, bring clarity to your feelings, but not so much to what's going on around you. It becomes evident what and who you need around you, and it also becomes evident who and what is available (or not) to help with those needs.
Clarity. Not always something that helps you sleep at night. What helps you sleep at night is knowing that everyone you love also loves you. That everyone you care about also cares about you. But the truth is, if anyone in your life can sleep knowing you are crying yourself to sleep at night because you don't feel loved by them, well, they don't really love you at all. Clarity.

I find this topic interesting, as I research love and relationships, not just romantic relationships, but friendships, family bonds, and any other type of relationship that might ask itself, "is there love here or not?" This is not about stalkers, co-dependents, or angry ex's. This is about genuine relationships based on genuine trust, authentic bonds beginning with true companionship and a melding of souls. So why would you ever have to wonder if that person is there for you or not?

Expectations. The other day I talked about loving someone well. Showing love and sharing it so that it comes truly from your heart and not your brain. If you're doing that well, it is pure and not questioned, right? I still believe that. It's only when love becomes based on what you're going to get back from someone that the motive gets called into question. Do you love the person because of who you are, or do you love them because you're getting something in return? Because once you're no longer getting what you need from that person, your love will become evidently conditional, and gone. The result? Pain.  You will not only cause irreparable harm to another person who genuinely cared for you, but you will hurt yourself, because you have lost your connection to a  person whose honest heart invested in you. This is what happens when you don't love for real.

And what about us? Are we loving people genuinely or are we still waiting in expectation for them to love us the way we need/want them to in return? I can honestly say I have not always mastered the art of loving freely. It was a hangup of mine to want someone to care for me as much as I cared for them. I  would get very invested and subsequently very hurt because I didn't pay enough attention to the fact that maybe the other person wasn't as invested as I wanted them to be in the first place. So I settled for a very imbalanced relationship, ignored the warning signs, and then blamed them when they would eventually disappoint me.  What took me way too long to figure out was that I needed to seek out the people who already had what I needed! They were already deep-thinking individuals. They were already good listeners. They already accepted me and wanted to include me! They were already sensitive and understanding, and had good insight on life. They knew the meaning of give and take and seemed to "get me" in a heartbeat. Once I met my tribe, I knew I no longer needed to "convince" anyone else they needed to "love" me. I could let my expectations go, and with that a lot of people who just weren't meant for me.

But is it that easy? Absolutely not. I still struggle with letting certain people in my life be as they need to be and not as I need them to be. While my needs may require them to be more loving or more sensitive or more talkative or just more present, I have to remind myself that they don't love the way that I do. I have to let my expectations for that person just ride out on the storm clouds, and let that be my clarity.

There is peace to be found in letting people go, though it is one of the hardest things for me. Moving on is like giving up! But it is also wise to know when to hold them and when to fold them, as they say in poker. Well, I'm not a poker player. I do believe that if we are willing to let people be as they are and not who we want them to be, eventually we will have peace in the decisions we all make. Dropping our own expectations and letting people live as they choose and love as they only know how may be the only way we can have a real relationship with them at some point in life. I think that might be the best definition of real love right there.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Love without Boundaries

What I learned about life through continuous loss is that love has no boundaries. In fact, the force of pain pushes us past our own boundaries into the unknown that becomes known as love itself-raw and unhindered.  Love is not a "brain" decision, but a heart-jerk movement, at least it should be if you are paying attention to the people around you.

Love isn't about conditions, judgments, and blame. It's a far-reaching, extensive stretch of our own selfless giving to another.  We don't stop to think about whether or not it fits into our schedule. We don't wonder if it's the right thing to do. We don't do it out of obligation or pity. Love is a pure gift of self we give without thinking, without hesitation, and without a price or time limit. We love because we were loved first. We love because we were born with an innate capacity to love others. And we love because we really don't have a choice. When the heart moves, it's already been spoken for. All you do now is move your feet, your arms, your hands, or maybe just your fingers. However love moves you, move. If you ever stop moving, you've stopped loving. You'll know, because you'll be empty inside, wondering what on earth is missing in you.

When love is withheld, it is also felt, just as fiercely as is love shared. It will be felt by you and by anyone around you. Love is powerful. It doesn't want to be suppressed or hidden, and it doesn't want to be disguised as anything but the real thing. Real, true genuine human love for another desires to be as obvious as the sun in the sky.  For love to be effective, it has to be unhindered and expressed, unafraid of what others think of it, and unaware of boundaries! Love is boundless, after all. I want to be boundless with my love.

Love can comfort pain, though it can't change the pain.  I have learned that through too many funerals. It can bring new people into my life that I never imagined. Just as not-so-genuine love can move people away from me at the same time. Real, genuine love that asks for nothing in return is the most effective in healing. Love that actually asks, "how are you", and then waits for an answer, and then responds to your answer. That is love. Love keeps asking. Keeps hugging. Keeps checking. Because love can't bear for your heart to keep breaking, because your broken heart breaks theirs too. That is real, true, heartfelt love. Not just "sympathetic love", not a guilt-driven emotion, but a love that knows what another heart needs to get through another day, and reaches out to say, "I am here. "

We're all busy. We have families, jobs, schedules, in-laws, out-laws, lawns, houses, cars, and the many other "life things" that keep us going 24/7. But somehow, we need to find time to love. Not just ourselves and our own, but others. It has meant so much to me that busy people have reached out to me after losing my dad and my brother-in-law so close together. They are really good with my heart. People I wouldn't have expected to care, but felt moved to show love to my family. That is what love moves people to do if they are paying attention. I want to pay attention. I will admit, my efforts have backfired on me a few times, but my heart was always in the right place. I believe if you do things with love in your heart, it is always for the right reason. I don't see the point of life if you're not giving your love away.

Love never fails. That's what the Bible says, and I have to believe it, or I'd give up. It's not just a feeling. It's a commitment, it's an action, and it's always worth the time you give it.


Monday, January 30, 2017

Psalm 68:5...

I belong to a new club. One I didn't join willingly, but one I knew would one day be my membership as an adult. Sometime in the early morning hours of January 17th, my father passed away quietly in his chair, leaving all of us shocked and heartbroken. He was 78, and as far as we knew, was doing well and showed no signs of impending death.

The memorial service was Saturday. Many people came and the pastor gave a wonderful eulogy, having known my dad personally through church and dad's acts of service. I have few words at this time. I am still absorbing the magnitude of losing the most prominent man in my life since the day of my birth. I can't grasp it fully yet, and I'm not sure I have the capacity to do that just yet.
I believe he is with God, and for that I am at peace. My dad will no longer feel the pain of living here on earth. He is where I strive to be when I meet my final day on earth.

I belong to the club of the many who are now without fathers, yet I still have a heavenly Father, whose ways are way beyond my understanding. I will write more when I can get my head around how I feel. Right now I think I am in "caretaker mode", knowing I need to look out for my mom and my daughters. I think I will stay in that mode for awhile.

"a father to the fatherless, a defender of widows is God in his holy dwelling.." Psalm 68:5

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