Sister to Sister…
What is that?
I’m not saying that I don’t get the concept, I’m asking what does it look like in the Body?
What I usually see is the strongest personality directing and influencing, for good or ill, those who are willing to follow. But the strongest personality isn’t usually the wisest person, the strongest faith, the most conscientious leader.
Just because you feel that you have something to say doesn’t mean that you should. Sometimes silence is adamantium. *gotta love sci-fi references in a “woman” post*
I take it very seriously when someone asks me for my input into their lives. Much prayer, thought, consideration, conversation with the inestimable Mr. will go into the concept of “counsel” given to someone. Beyond the ever present opinion… But opinions are like nostrils, everyone has some but nobody should take their content very seriously.
That last bit made me giggle a bit. Which is good. I need giggles tonight. 🙂
I am a firm believer in free will and the ability of an adult to hear the voice of the Lord on their own, choose to obey, or not to obey and live with the harvest that comes from the choice they freely made. I only make suggestions. And I don’t lose sleep if you make a decision that differs from mine. Unless you are going to jump off a bridge.
That would bother me.
So, I’ve discovered recently that I am in need of some honesty in my self-examination. And in the interests of exploring vulnerability, I thought I’d open up here a bit. To you, my faceless blog friends and mostly male audience. Good grief. I am a study in the oxymoronic tonight!
It’s very difficult for me to be close to people. Maybe it’s because I don’t hold tightly to relationships. I haven’t found many faithful friends or people willing to take the time to chip away at my very competent and self-sufficient exterior. Perhaps it’s because I don’t always recognize when I have a need. I don’t see lonely in myself, I see bored or unnecessary. I don’t see depression, as such, I see exhaustion. Those are easy fixes. At least in the immediate sense. And once the crisis is over I tend to forget easily the circumstances that led me there in the first place.
It’s true that I have a hard time believing the people around me would want to be bothered by the things that concern me. Most often, when life is overwhelming, I curl up in my house until I get a grip and then I come out when I feel strong enough. Even my Mr. doesn’t always know exactly what I’m doing or why. I don’t have the words immediately.
Would that be different if I understood the concept of a sister-friend better? I have sisters. Two lovely women full of wisdom and compassion. Precious women who would be available to me in any way they could if they knew of the need. I still don’t call very often. They have their own struggles, why would they want to be bothered with mine?
Is it pride that keeps me silent or fear? Perhaps a lack of understanding of the human condition and how it applies to myself.
How exactly am I broken? And are the uniquely flawed aspects of my own condition necessarily wrong? Perhaps I am just the cracked pot that waters the flowers on the way back to the shed? Damaged for a purpose. Tweaked for Jesus. Yes. That’s me.
Le sigh- what’s a girl to do?
I have friendships that are immensely satisfying to me. A couple of safe and sane individuals who love me, accept me, encourage me and slap me around when I need it. Even when I don’t see it.
I hate classifying people. Quantifying them into camps of A & B, good & bad, Safe & unSafe. But I know that there is a level of wisdom to discerning the qualities of those around us and only a fool would ignore the potential devastation that comes from ignoring what you see.
My Dad used to say, “Love is blind. But the neighbors aren’t.” And I think he meant something more along the lines of necking in public but it seems to apply here. Overall I believe your Joe/Jane Christian tends to think that the “love covers a multitude of sins” verse is supposed to become the excuse that defends destructive behavior and allows the strongest personality, the most demanding influence full rein of unbridled passions and selfish behaviors. We might be blind to our own interpersonal relationships but there are always those around us able to see more clearly than ourselves. Do we seek their counsel? Do we realize that we need it?
We don’t know what to do with Matthew 18 and “The wounds of a friend are better than the kisses of an enemy.” It’s outside of our comfort zone and bond our weak spirit. Besides, for most people, confrontation is EEVVIILLL…. *insert crazy, maniacal laugh here*
I know. Bumpy ride.
Welcome to the Heidi Train.
Well, I need to get back to my warm sake, the cashew chicken and hoping the vegetable korma is finally done. Potatoes and carrots take for freaking ever to cook!
Have a lurvely weekend.