I clothe myself in the colors of those around me. I’m invisible that way. I won’t draw attention to myself unless I want to. Unless it’s safe. And yes, I’m in therapy.
I’ve disappeared again! I know! Here’s why: This is my company’s busiest time of the year, so I’m working more hours on that. We are having our first ever open house at the end of November, so if you live near the Twin Cities area and want to stop in to say “hi” – I’d […]
Here are five things I build my identity around that I never thought I’d end. And then I did.
How about an update? Some of you have asked how the kids are doing in school – wh0’s still at home – what I’m doing now, etc.. Things have finally fallen into a routine that I’m content with. My oldest son has been happily married for over a year now. We get to see him […]
We all have difficult people in our lives. We’re probably related to one or two. Maybe they live under our roof. God calls us to love, but love doesn’t always look like chocolate pudding and red hearts. Sometimes it looks like broccoli and liver.
I’ve got another post coming tomorrow that continues with yesterday’s, BUT Leslie Vernick just published a helpful article about boundaries this week called, Are You Setting Boundaries or Just Being Manipulative? It’s perfect for what we’re talking about over here. Be sure to check it out. In the comments section, Leslie got the following question: […]
A reader asks, “I want to be loving and gentle. But how do you do that and yet also not let yourself be manipulated or taken advantage of?”
Let’s talk about that.
I took my daughter to visit my alma mater yesterday. She wants to do music education, so we toured the buildings, including the performing arts center where the sights and smells popped a cork, and a thousand memories exploded on my brain. I had to catch my breath.
Setting boundaries feels mean (and people will tell us so!), and we never wanted to be put in that position. We were comfortable letting people tromp all over us because it make us feel good about ourselves. We are the nice person doing the serving and getting no thanks. We are the martyrs.
I don’t think God speaks to us in audible words, like, “Hey George – hope you’re enjoying the nice breeze tonight. Love ya, Bud.” He just touches us at our core, and if we’re paying attention, we hear it.