One of the most difficult aspects of my marriage is offending my wife and then having to make it right. Transparency here: I do not like being wrong with my wife and it kills me when I hurt her through selfish words or actions.
When I am pressed to make things right with my wife, I can often try to so quickly get to the what of a restored relationship that I can often overlook and marginalize the how. Meaning, how I get to that restored relationship. In the end, my attempt at an apology does not restore. My wife may say “OK” to my “Hon, I am sorry.” but we end up no closer to restoration than before.
I don’t know how much you follow various sports hype, but there is one that I have followed off and on about Lonzo Ball. Ball was a freshman phenom point guard for UCLA last year and opted for the NBA draft. What became more of an overshadowing story were the antics of his father, LaVar Ball.
Let’s just say LaVar has a propensity to talk. About himself. A lot. And about the amazing athletic abilities of his three sons. He has used his notoriety to make bold claims in promoting his kids as well as saying he could have beaten Michael Jordan in 1-on-1.
Please. Be. Quiet.
I recently returned from a church missions trip to Guatemala.
Epic adventures. Lovely people.
We went for a week, were busy from dawn through late evening, bonded as a team, and saw that the gospel is very much alive…everywhere. One of the most impacting takeaways for me, and I would suspect for our team, was the modifying, shaping, tearing down, and rebuilding of perspective.
961. That is the number of “friends” I have on Facebook. To be honest, I am not even sure how I collected that many. I wonder if Mark Zuckerberg is going to post some sort of feel-good emoji on my home page once I reach 1,000?
Probably not. But perhaps I will go out and treat myself to some chocolate-infused latte of accomplishment.
Everyone seems to have the “great restaurant story” that has happened to them – for good or for bad. Mine occurred just a couple of weeks ago.
I had the privilege of spending some time with my mom recently as I had gone out for a memorial for my grandparents on my mom’s side. We had a blast during the week and did a lot of fun things as mom and son, including some projects around the house.
Managing conflict? Or having a tooth extracted with no pain killers?
Hmmm…many times it seems as if I would rather go with option two.
Why is that? Why does it seem like the craft of resolving conflict is such a poorly-developed tool in our culture today?
It is one thing to deal with conflict. It is an entirely different matter to manage conflict well.
Today’s post is not my usual involving some aspect of leadership or influence.
In a sense.
I am a recovering people-pleaser.
OK, it’s out. I’ve said it.
There is a lot of self-admitted brokenness going on in my life. Granted, I realize I have blind-spots to other areas as well, but just what I see myself is enough to overwhelm me sometimes.
But on this journey of mine over the past 50 years, there has been one area that God has brought to the forefront that has caused more danger in my life than perhaps any other, and that is people-pleasing.
Early in my career, I used to work in a retirement plan division of a large insurance company. Over my time there, I was asked to step into a Regional Team Leader position. And of all the field reps I was assigned to, I arguably had one of the most difficult of any other team leader.
It seems like when people are asked how they are these days, the common response is “Busy.” I admit, I’ve used it a lot, as if its the new 21st century status. And it also seems like that word gets pushed around when the topic is brought up about how we press into others lives.