I am frustrated because I have an acquaintance who does not respect boundaries. They violate them because they can, because they know it would be hopelessly petty for me to remark on the invasion. It probably would be. On the other hand, I do feel I would be within my rights to speak up. It is this exact quandary that has me anxious today. I feel I have been patient about this particular issue. Not sure how to handle it. Life is filled with these quandaries. They are never easy. My husband, on the other hand, moves very, very slowly with regard to smaller boundary issues. He is very diplomatic. He is careful to pick his battles, thinking correctly that good relations with people should be maintained in all cases.
I have particular issues with controlling aspects of my life, especially my property. In our house we try to teach respect for each other's belongings, asking before borrowing or plundering, etc. As a result, we don't really have any issues in that department. I also want control of my time, which is valuable to me personally. Control is really big to me. BIG, BIG.
It's important to note that life does not work this way. There is no complete control for any one of us. We cannot exercise all of our rights all of the time. I have operated within my rights more than once only to realize I had sacrificed an important relationship or created an impression of myself that was less than flattering!
As the fog of my depression starts to lift, I hope I will be better able to hear God's voice telling me when to shut-up. Actually, what I need is the motivation and strength to actually shut-up or walk away when He is telling me to. I know that anxiety over small matters is like the little foxes that get in and destroy the vine. I will miss the rich harvest because I obssessed over small issues. Who wants to be guilty of that?
I guess the upshot of all of this is that I have to take my life more slowly, trying to hear God's wisdom in each situation. I will have to work the Bible and prayer into the fabric of my daily life, kneading them both into my impulsive nature.
I have particular issues with controlling aspects of my life, especially my property. In our house we try to teach respect for each other's belongings, asking before borrowing or plundering, etc. As a result, we don't really have any issues in that department. I also want control of my time, which is valuable to me personally. Control is really big to me. BIG, BIG.
It's important to note that life does not work this way. There is no complete control for any one of us. We cannot exercise all of our rights all of the time. I have operated within my rights more than once only to realize I had sacrificed an important relationship or created an impression of myself that was less than flattering!
As the fog of my depression starts to lift, I hope I will be better able to hear God's voice telling me when to shut-up. Actually, what I need is the motivation and strength to actually shut-up or walk away when He is telling me to. I know that anxiety over small matters is like the little foxes that get in and destroy the vine. I will miss the rich harvest because I obssessed over small issues. Who wants to be guilty of that?
I guess the upshot of all of this is that I have to take my life more slowly, trying to hear God's wisdom in each situation. I will have to work the Bible and prayer into the fabric of my daily life, kneading them both into my impulsive nature.
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