How “At Least . . .” Keeps Us From Reality

  A few weeks ago, I lamented a reality in my life. I would tell you what this reality was, but I honestly don't remember. All I know is that my husband didn't respond the way I hoped. His response was, "Well, at least (this other thing) isn't happening to you." (Again, what was the other thing? I don't know. But it didn't help me). And we both laughed. Because we know by now that, as Brené Brown says, "At least . . . " is rarely the beginning of an empathetic response. It's a way to minimize or distract ourselves (or others) from the reality of what we're facing. Over the next few days, we both experienced more challenges that led us, either jokingly or absent-mindedly, to respond to one another with, "Well, at least . . ." Each time, we caught ourselves. We saw how easy it is to evade our own or someone else's pain by this kind of comparison. Call it "putting things in perspective" or "choosing not to complain," but really what we're doing is dismissing our hearts, refusing to acknowledge reality. In some ways, it's a decent strategy. At times, it has protected us from being engulfed by sorrow. But if we know God, then we know there's an opportunity here. The opportunity is to invite Him to meet us in what is true. A prayer I learned recently from Ruth Haley Barton's readings is, "Lord, humble me in the presence of reality." In other words, help me sit in this situation. Help me not to excuse or dismiss or pretend that things are better than they are. Because I believe that You are greater than this. You can redeem. You can heal. This is not beyond you, therefore I can face it. When we sit with God in our own reality, we increase our capacity to sit with others in theirs. And when we refrain from our "at least . . ." responses with them, we leave space for them to do this same practice with God for themselves. Otherwise, our actions not only keep us from having to feel their pain, they actually keep them from meeting God in it. So may we catch ourselves when we are tempted to compare suffering. If our sentences begin with "at least" may we pause. Instead, let's meet God in reality.   Related posts: When Weeping Is Prayer The Challenge to Rejoice and Weep with Others What Is Anger's Real Name? 

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Learning to Relinquish Control

  During the 48 hours at our spiritual retreat this June, we were meant to disconnect completely from technology. But I was headed out to walk one morning, and I wanted to check the weather. No matter that I'd checked it prior to arriving. What if it changed? What if the afternoon rain suddenly came in the morning? I didn't want to be caught off guard. In other words, I didn't want to be out of control. The Subtle Ways We Control There was a time, not long ago, when I wouldn't have been able to check the weather before going outside. What would I have done then? Maybe get caught in the rain. Maybe have been underdressed. Or overdressed. But now all that's over. That little weather app on my phone gives me a small measure of control over my life I didn't have before. I can avoid looking foolish or being uncomfortable. Thanks, weather app! Throughout those 48 hours of retreat, I saw more and more how control plays out in subtle ways in my life. When I couldn't look up a quote or person someone mentioned, I hated that I couldn't control my ignorance. If a book title I'd like to buy came up, I couldn't exercise the agency to buy it on my time. When our group was invited to sit in silence after sharing, I couldn't manage their image of me by responding in an empathetic way. That I like to control life is not a surprise to me. Remember the Little Miss books? I used to joke that mine would be called "Little Miss Control Freak." Starting to Let Go of Control But God's been working on me. Slowly prying my fingers off areas of my life, inviting me to relinquish my grip and let Him be God. Reminding me that I don't really control what I think I do. As Anne Lamott says, “It helps to resign as the controller of your fate. All that energy we expend to keep things running right is not what’s keeping things running right.” Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird So waking up to this still pervasive itch to control was a bit disappointing. Haven't I grown out of this by now? But as I've said before, we're all recovering from something. And this: this felt a bit like God just found my secret stash of control in a back cupboard. But in true God fashion, He opened that cupboard on the retreat with kindness and compassion, gentleness and patience. He opened it because He wants me to be free. That's always why He shows us our sin. His kindness leads to repentance. The desire to control is often what fuels anxious thoughts. Perhaps something in us realizes that as much as we would like to be the ones in charge, we know we aren't. The distance between desire and reality is bound to cause fear. The Freedom in Surrender That is unless we surrender. Raise the white flag. Admit…

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