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When Someone Says, “This is Awkward”

by Lois Flowers September 20, 2016
by Lois Flowers

awkwardJust recently, I had a couple of conversations that included someone expressing to me, “This is awkward.”

In each case, I understood why these friends felt that twinge of discomfort. But each time, my internal reaction was the same.

Please, don’t feel awkward. That’s just life.  It’s totally OK.

I admit. Not feeling awkward in conversation might come a little more naturally to me because I grew up in a large, half-Italian family where our energetic dinner-time conversations were as likely to be about periods and medical procedures as they were about politics and who had to mow which part of the lawn next.

Plus, I wrote a whole book about infertility and regularly mention my own early menopause on this blog. So yeah, I’ve had a little practice overcoming the tendency to feel awkward about certain topics.

I do get it, though. I married someone whose childhood dinner times were much quieter than mine, and I have since figured out that ours were probably the exception, rather than the rule.

I realize, too, that many times, feelings of awkwardness flow out of a desire not to hurt feelings or step on toes. That is, they are simply a byproduct of being considerate.

They also might come from a place of being burned once too many times—after awhile, maybe bridging the awkward gap just becomes too risky or painful.

Here’s the thing, though.

While I understand that certain topics are hard to bring up, especially out of the blue, I would hate for feelings of awkwardness to keep anyone from telling me something I need to know or from getting the encouragement or help she might need from me.

I want to be a safe place, an awkward-free zone, an unoffendable listener—no matter the subject matter.

I have been wildly fortunate (and I don’t use that phrase loosely) to have had women in my life, at almost every stage, who have been this for me. Some of them have been close friends and mentors. Others were more like passers-by—there for an occasional transparent conversation, and then gone again.

Either way, they shared freely from their own lives as they spoke truth into mine. And no topic was off limits.

It’s probably impossible to make the awkward feelings go away completely. It’s not like we can magically set people at ease by wearing signs that say, “You can tell me anything and I will listen carefully and empathetically, without taking offense or expressing shock, disgust or impatience.”

Maybe it’s not even possible to be this kind of listener 100 percent of the time. I, for one, have a long way to travel before I reach that goal.

I do believe, though, that ready smiles, warm hugs, a healthy ability to laugh at ourselves, and space in our schedules for conversation over coffee goes a long way toward helping people feel comfortable around us, especially when they want to bring up a topic that might feel uncomfortable to them.

Like periods or politics.

♥ Lois

September 20, 2016 30 comments
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When the Response You Want Hasn’t Come Yet

by Lois Flowers September 13, 2016
by Lois Flowers

When the response you want hasn't come yetI’ve been thinking about crickets lately.

Not the black, six-legged, insect kind. The kind that show up when you pour out your heart to someone and get nothing in response.

Crickets.

They say silence is deafening, and sometimes, I think they are right. In this case, crickets are louder than cicadas on a humid August evening in Kansas.

Louder, and often more hurtful.

It doesn’t matter if we are communicating via text, email, phone call or even hand-written letter. When we share something important, we want a reply, and we want it now. We want the information, affirmation or confirmation we think our words warrant.

But when all we get is nothing, it’s easy to take it personally, isn’t it?

Someone very wise once told me that, when facing a lack of information, people tend to fill in the blanks with stories of their own—usually of the worst-case-scenario variety.

He was on to something, I think.

There’s always a slim chance that I actually have offended the person I am waiting on. Maybe I said the wrong thing and didn’t realize it. Maybe my carefully worded email rubbed my friend the wrong way. Maybe the last time I saw her, I looked at her funny and it hurt her feelings.

Most of the time, though, it’s nothing even remotely so nefarious.

I know this because for a long time, I was on the other end of the cricket spectrum.

For more years that I care to remember—starting some time after we uprooted ourselves from our comfortable life in Northwest Arkansas and moved back home to Kansas—I didn’t stay in touch much.

I often let emails from friends go unanswered for so long it was pointless to answer at all; the thought of writing back simply wore me out. I stayed away from Facebook and other forms of social media because I had no energy to craft any kind of written response about anything.

I just couldn’t do it.

This happened during those wilderness years I’ve written about here, here and here—that long season when changes in my life and body forced me to focus mostly on my family’s critical needs and put the rest on hold for a while.

Now that I’m on the other side of the wilderness, this blog has given me a chance to reconnect with some of those long-distance friends, and I couldn’t be happier about that.

But the main point of my cricket-spectrum story is this: There might be a good reason why you haven’t heard back from someone to whom you’ve poured out your heart.

While it’s possible the person you’re waiting on is just a big jerk, maybe she is still processing the information you gave her.

Maybe she is waiting on other information before she can give you an answer.

Maybe she doesn’t realize what a huge deal it was for you to share whatever it was that you told her.

Maybe your struggle seems small in relation to what she is facing right now, so she doesn’t think it metes much response.

Maybe she is busy, preoccupied or overwhelmed.

In other words, in all likelihood, her lack of a reply probably has nothing at all to do with you or her feelings about you.

There’s no way to know, of course. So rather than get all spun up while you’re waiting, you might want to try what I’m learning to do myself these days.

Give the person you’re waiting on one of the greatest non-material gifts anyone could ever receive—the benefit of the doubt.

Don’t default to thinking the worst—of someone else or of yourself. Focus on what you know to be true—what God says about you, your abilities and your position in His family—not on why the person you’re waiting on hasn’t responded yet.

And if you’re hoping for a specific outcome, pray for God’s will to be done, not yours. If there’s a better waiting-room strategy than that, I can’t think of it.

♥ Lois

P.S. Linking up this week with Kelly Balarie at Purposeful Faith, Crystal Storms at Intentional Tuesday, Jennifer Dukes Lee at #TellHisStory, Holley Gerth at Coffee for Your Heart, Lyli Dunbar at ThoughtProvokingThursday, Crystal Twaddell at FreshMarketFriday and Dawn Klinge at Grace & Truth.

September 13, 2016 39 comments
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When You Feel Like You’re Not Enough

by Lois Flowers September 6, 2016
by Lois Flowers

Molly floral decoratingEnough.

It’s a popular word these days, isn’t it? I think I understand why, but something about the whole idea also confuses me.

When we feel like we are not enough, what does that mean, exactly?

What’s enough? Is there ever enough? Enough for what?

Who or what are we measuring ourselves against in this conversation? Other women? Men? Friends or family members? People who are richer, prettier, skinnier? Better mothers, wives, leaders, teachers?

Maybe I’m over analyzing this, but it’s beginning to make my stomach hurt.

And I’m starting to think that maybe enough should not be the lens through which we look at ourselves and our lives.

It seems like enough always comes from a framework of comparison, a lack of understanding of how God views us and how much He loves us.

Truth is, we’re not enough. But we’re not less than either.

By ourselves, we’re nothing, actually.

This belief doesn’t come from a place of insecurity or a lack of confidence; it’s solid truth.

“All things were created through Him, and apart from Him not one thing was created that has been created.” (John 1:3)

In Him we live and move and exist. (Acts 17:28)

Apart from Jesus, we can do nothing. (John 15:5)

What I’m trying to say is simply this. Don’t look at other people and think that you are not enough.

But don’t look at yourself and think that you are enough, either.

Look at Jesus and know that He is enough.

♥ Lois

September 6, 2016 28 comments
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Song of the Month: “King of the World”

by Lois Flowers September 1, 2016
by Lois Flowers

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It’s the first day of September, and all is well. At least, it is in my little corner of the world.

My girls are adjusting nicely to their new schools and schedules. I’ve adjusted to not having them around all day, and to the much-faster pace of life after 3 p.m.

Life is good.

But then again, it is September, and in a few months, it will be November. And I don’t even have to bring up certain dates and national happenings to remind us that good and well can turn into bad and scary in the blink of an eye.

That might be why Natalie Grant’s “King of the World” is really resonating with me right now. Here it is, the Song of the Month for September.

Lois Flowers

September 1, 2016 2 comments
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What I Learned This Summer

by Lois Flowers August 30, 2016
by Lois Flowers

Wall DrugIn early August, we packed up the family minivan and headed north.

After stopping at Wall Drug (if you’ve ever driven through South Dakota, you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about), we continued west through the Badlands and the Black Hills, swung by Mount Rushmore, trekked around Devil’s Tower in Wyoming and then headed east across North Dakota to visit the dear ones we affectionately refer to as “The Northern Flowers.”

About 2,400 miles later, we arrived safely back in Kansas. And it was only then that the belt that drives the air conditioner, alternator and water pump in our 2004 vehicle decided to snap in half. (See how a major annoyance suddenly morphs into a praise report? It’s all about perspective, even when you’re without AC and it’s 95 degrees outside.)

If I ever hear a sudden thudding noise under the hood of my car again, I’ll know it’s probably the serpentine belt breaking. Thankfully, that’s not the only lesson I learned this summer. Here are a few more:

• There are books about a child-age Amelia Bedelia.

I made this discovery at the public library in Ida Grove, Iowa, and I’m still trying to decide how I feel about it. Little Amelia is cute and as just as charmingly clueless as grown-up Amelia, but somehow, her kind of shtick just seems funnier coming from an adult.

Remember when Amelia drew the drapes and dressed the chicken and ran home in the middle of a baseball game? Maybe I’m just old school, but in my book, kid fiction doesn’t get any better than that.

Geographic Center of North America• It is extremely windy at the geographic center of North America.

While we were on vacation, we stopped in Rugby, N.D., for a photo on our way to visit the town where Randy spent his younger years. And yes, the monument is as impressive as it looks.

• When it comes to the temperature of water in a swimming pool, a difference of 6 degrees is astronomical.

Last winter, our neighbor took out two large trees in her backyard that cast a wide swath of shade on our pool. We wondered whether the subsequent loss of privacy would bother us, but removing those trees was the best thing she could have done for our swimming enjoyment.

Eighty degrees in the shade is freezing; 86 degrees in the sun is heavenly.

• A burden shared is a burden lifted.

Several weeks ago, in a series of lengthy texts, I brought a loved one up to speed about a situation that had been weighing me down for months. I don’t know why I waited so long to do this—maybe it was the distance, the busyness of our schedules, or the emotional effort it required. As we texted back and forth, though, something remarkable happened.

The weight that I had been carrying somehow grew lighter.

Now I know. There’s strength that comes when you share the load—with someone who loves you, someone who can help or someone else with skin in the same game.

 When impending change threatens to wreak havoc on my emotional equilibrium, praying for friends who are walking harder paths helps.

(Whereas constantly reminding myself how much I dislike change does not.)

• Lists are a great summer blogging strategy.

I didn’t intend to be so busy this summer. It was good and necessary busyness, but it didn’t leave much time for writing. Rather than take a blogging sabbatical, I put together several list posts—recounting biblical blessings, what I learned this spring, insights from the wilderness, what I wish someone would have told me when I was struggling as a mom—that kind of thing.

Turns out, this was just what I needed to keep things going here and still have plenty of time to handle the unexpected and enjoy a few lazy days in the pool with my girls.

• My happiness does not depend on someone else’s mood.

(And all the mothers of daughters everywhere said “amen.”)

• Cicada killer wasps are a thing.

In case you’ve never witnessed one, let’s just say these flying death machines—which can rival hummingbirds in size—are fascinating in theory but horrible in person. The female wasps sting their victims, then carry the paralyzed (though not yet dead) cicadas away—normally to an underground borrow—where they lay eggs in the cicadas’ bodies. (You can guess the dreadful rest or read more here.)

That’s all fine and dandy unless it happens in my yard, where—instead of going the usual borrow-in-the-ground route—the wasp decides to turn the spaces between the boards on my deck into a borrow. And yes, watching one of these creatures hover protectively over the 10 cicadas that she has deposited on my deck is just as disgusting, creepy and scary as it sounds.

So what did you learn this summer?

Lois Flowers

P.S. Linking up this week with Kelly Balarie at Purposeful Faith, Crystal Storms at Intentional Tuesday, Jennifer Dukes Lee at #TellHisStory, Holley Gerth at Coffee for Your Heart, Leah Adams at the Loft, Lyli Dunbar at ThoughtProvokingThursday, Crystal Twaddell at FreshMarketFriday and Dawn Klinge at Grace & Truth.
August 30, 2016 33 comments
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One Way God Helps His Children

by Lois Flowers August 23, 2016
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I was dropping Molly off at school one day last year. Normally, the principal would be out front, opening car doors and greeting children as they entered the building. This day, however, a woman I had seen around but didn’t know was the welcoming committee.

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When I asked Molly who she was, she couldn’t give me a name, but she did offer a job description.

“I think she helps people who are having trouble,” she said.

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