Wednesday, March 05, 2014

An Ode to the Person I Dislike



     You would think that because I pastor sometimes moody and inconsistent teenagers that I would have hero-like stamina when it comes to my interactions with adults. But no, instead my sentiments to those over 21 is:  You're grown! You should know better by now. You should know yourself at this point in the game, but instead you're drawing lines of division through your behavior without any sign of remorse. And it's killing vibes everywhere you go!

     So clearly, you're seeing an area of my heart where I need to grow in grace and love.

     And I'm quite aware that adults often don't know as much as they think they do, especially about themselves. And yes, I'd want grace and patience extended towards me, if I was the vibe killer in the story.

     But as we wait for certain individuals to get a true touch from God, in that precious meantime, they continue to get on my nerves and irritate the life out of me.

     Sometimes I just feel like telling them:

I'm agitated by your lack of stillness, your confrontational style of being. 
You don't listen, you bark without hearing the completion of another's sentence. 
You don't know how to receive love humbly. You only gain self worth and importance by proving that you don't need anyone or anything, and by making sure others stay in their place. 
No one is allowed to shine around you, but you.  
You've mistaken your appearance of love-looking actions as the real thing.  
You force vulnerability on others, in order to subdue them, never offering a true vulnerability of your own. 
You're exhausting. 
Why must you act so friggin weird?? 
Your selfishness is nauseating, but we all smile around you, to stop us from slapping you. This is not a Pharisaical move completely, but rather, the immature level of our current love.  


     But then I realize...

     They are afraid, just like I was. Just like I often am.

     And oh, how the patience of God has rescued me a many times.

     I would have lived in a cave of despair if it weren't for the kind intentions of God toward me, always at the perfect time.

     And just as His hand has been on my life, His hand is on theirs.

     Furthermore,  I remember how David in the Old Testament, refused to talk dirt about King Saul, even when Saul went nuts and tried to kill David.

     I think David understood something about pain, that made him sensitive to the heart of a deranged King Saul. And if you read the Psalms, it becomes apparent that David had a deep emotional range that shaped his heart as worshipper of God.

     See, the fact that the one I dislike has the ability to irritate me, says something about me as well. Perhaps the need to control and provide a perfect atmosphere everywhere I go. Or that part of me that doesn't want to fully engage with pain. And with an interruption in peace, something in me gets scared, gets rocked. And my own strength proves to not be enough. This is a glorious and scary awakening.

     "Lord grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change."  e.g. The root and history of someone else's behavior.

    And its funny what God does then. I don't usually see a change in the person on the spot, but rather, there's an immediate change in me, in my heart.

    Compassion where there wasn't compassion.  Eyes that are more open than they were before.

     And a trust that God will finish writing the story, if I will let Him.

    Yes. I am responsible for my heart and my actions.

    And you will be responsible for yours.

     And that is where rest can begin. It's not up to me to fix and change every single person I encounter, nor do they necessarily want to change. And I must find rest in that, peace in that, and not hold resentment.

     Wisdom would say, to love that person where they are at, but to love yourself just as much in the process. Which may look like not being besties with said person. And that's okay.

     But never wish for harm to come to them, only the best, only God's best.

     For we know, that everyone we meet is fighting a battle.




Wisdom's Knocking:


"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle."

-Ian Maclaren







Monday, March 03, 2014

My Mind is Tellin' Me Noooo, But My Body Is Tellin' Me.....

   



     Let's just get into it. A couple weeks back. I got...sensations.

     I was hugging a co-worker good-bye and I immediately noticed that he didn't try and embrace my upper back, but instead, he was near sensation station. Also known as my booty.

     You all remember the blog post of which a vendor that I had been working with straight up smacked and cupped my booty. Yes. That happened.

     Well, this wasn't that.

     This guy had unexpected swag. With this guy, his hands merely grazed the the top of my backside ever so gently. But he knew what he was doing.

     This was...how do I say...a pleasant surprise.

    I wish you could have seen my eyes. I wasn't trying to look euphoric, it just sort of happened.  And on top of that,  I'm almost positive my ovaries jumped.

     I know.  This all over such a small gesture. But can I just tell you, these small gestures become everything, especially when you are getting nothing.

     And then, the hug is over. I try to compose myself. I mean. It was just a hug. But afterwards, I needed a church fan.

     Okay.

     So shortly after the magician Mr. Cop-a-Feel had his way with me and we parted ways, I found myself in a very interesting state of mind...or body or something.

     My prayer throughout the week was straight up:

     Please Lord, help me to NOT make a baby. Amen and Amen.

     Luckily, there was no able body near me during my 'in heat' moment.

     That in itself was God's presence and answer and to prayer. #supertrue

     But an ill-timed awakening in my body was taking place, and it was proving difficult to robotically turn it off.

     One night in particular, I was almost positive I was going to have some weird porno-like dream upon closing my eyes and falling asleep.  But instead, I dreamed of something else in far greater detail.

     It was a play-by-play of flirtatious actions leading me into a new and real relationship with one of my current crushes.

     Sentiments were mutual between he and I. There was no hanky-panky, just honest to goodness "If you like me, circle yes" type stuff and the blossoming of our cute relationship.

     However, when I woke up, I felt claustrophobic -- not turned on.

     I felt the weight, the pressure and the responsibility of being in a relationship and all of a sudden it was as if someone had poured cold water all over me. #vibekilled

     Are you serious? I still have commitment issues?

     Or maybe its just commitment issues regarding him? At this stage of the game, what one thinks they know is blurry at best, and where one ends up winging it often proves to be genius. #trustGod

     But all of this depth explored, simply because someone grazed my booty.

     I'm also thinking about how no one has asked me out on an official date since Y2K. If you don't know what that is. That makes my point even more rich.

     Or how no one (Perverts and unwanted man gropers need not apply) has genuinely caressed the right side and left side of my face in their hands with gentle intention since 2001.

     We singles need affection daily, DANGIT. (And let me add: From people we feel safe with.)

     Isn't there something to be said, when babies aren't held and touched they are lacking in development in so many ways. I don't think we lose that as adults, I just think we suppress it or go haywire and then try to overstimulate for lost time.

     With that said, I'm not quite sure what else to do about my lack of affection and semi-awakened sensations,  other than to acknowledge it and write to you about it.

     Oh, but there is another temporary remedy...

     Tonight,  I'm choosing to not let my mind get too carried away with my current affection lack. Instead, I'm just baking brownies.

     Yes, it's true, I cannot wait until the day that I'm held and doted on.

     But until then I'm just going to eat the entire pan of brownies I just baked. #WhatSaySomethin





Wisdom's Knocking:

 Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk

 One paints the beginning
of a certain end.

 The other, the end of a
sure beginning.


 -- Maya Angelou, "Passing Time "