Friday, December 1, 2017

I Am A Woman

I'm pretending to be sitting in my room folding this pile of laundry.


The laundry is a good ploy. It keeps people from bothering me - they don't want to take the risk of getting put to work, see. Rather clever of me.

What I'm really doing in here, is trying to decide whether I should bother with a blog post this week. And, if I do, should I take the easy route and grab some pictures and some chatter and call it an update? Or should I try to come up with some insight into something that would encourage and inspire? I wonder, is there something somewhere between the two of those? Because neither one of them is really grabbing me.

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I am an odd woman.

Some days my husband looks at me, with humor in his eyes, and says, "Are you sure you're really a woman?" I mean, what real woman never had big dreams for her wedding day, has to be told to spend money when she shops, has zero bottles of perfume (I was going to lie and say 'has one old bottle of perfume' but I felt convicted), and likes to pack as little as possible for trips?

Finding boxes of old pictures 
is so entertaining!

Other days he looks at me and rolls his eyes and says, "You're a woman."

Those are the days when I am in an impossible funk. The days when everything weighs me down and there's not even a good reason. When I hold my husband at arms length and snap at my children and I'm tired and probably I'm depressed. What if I am? What if, really, I need help? What if I'm going off the deep end and I never even realize it but just keep plodding along in this hopeless, everlasting, pointless life? Probably, after all, it's because I should pray more. People who read their Bible every day probably don't ever feel this way and really, I wonder if I am even a Christian and, oh my goodness, what IS wrong with me? Probably it's some deep, dark, something from my past that I've never dealt with. Supposing it is?

On just such a day as this, when I felt sure that my marriage needed fixing (although three days prior I was sure I had the best marriage in the world) and I couldn't think of anything to make for supper (again) and I didn't even feel like going out to eat with my husband (sure sign of deep problems). On just such a day as that, I got told what my problem was.

This picture makes me smile,
every time.

Have you ever had someone shoot straight with you and tell you what your problem is? I wonder if you liked it? Did you say sweetly, "Why yes Dear, you are right! Thank you so much for telling me."?

I confess, I did not. I confess that I said instead, "I don't think I want to go out to eat with you."

But then a funny thing happened. After some thought I realized something, and this is what I said, "I'm actually relieved to be told my problem. I was sure it was something much more complicated and hard to understand. I think I might actually be able to deal with this 😉" You wanna know what my problem was - according to my straight shooter? 

"Focusing on Bethany Eicher."

And he (It was Chris. You had no idea, right?) added to that this nugget: "It's impossible to be cranky if you are actively trying to make others happy."

Ouch.

I think God was actively trying to make me happy this morning with His
beautiful handiwork!

So, here's the deal. This next week I'm going to focus on actively trying to make others happy. Next Friday I'm going to report back how it went. Anybody else have my problem and want to work on this with me? It's always better to work on things together.

And now, the laundry.

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Excuse the over use of parenthesis in this post. And please, don't get all concerned that I really might be going off the deep end, because I'm quite sure I'm not (today, anyway). (I mean, today I'm quite sure.) Bother. Also, you do know you are responsible to keep me accountable this next week, correct?

That is all.

9 comments:

  1. Yes, I have that problem, big time. I've been on a giant pity-party for the longest time. oh, sometimes I break free and help others. My pastor husband is always telling me to love people, help people, get excited! Hard to do when you're focusing on your own depression. So, I need to give myself a good swift kick in my posterior and get on with life and be more like Jesus. I need to pray more! Thanks, Bethany, for your post today. God bless you and your family!

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    1. Oh girl, I get it. And I'm not saying there's never such a thing as depression or needing to pray more or read my Bible. One thing I desperately need is to cut down on social media. But it really does help so much to focus more on others! Blessings to you!

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  2. Hi Bethany,
    I can relate and right now I'm wondering if it's just the holidays that is causing my not so good feelings. I'm feeling anxiety or something because there is a commenter who wants to argue and tell my blog friends they don't know the Bible. I've rejected her comments several times so hopefully she will give up and go away. I had a similiar thing happen a few years ago where a male board moderator was bullying me through email. It was actually quite frightening.
    Anyway, I didn't mean to go off course but I agree that when we take our focus off ourselves and focus on others, it actually does make our stuff not appear quite as bad.

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    1. That would stress me out too! Have a restful Sunday...

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  3. I came back to reading this post three times this evening and knew I had to join your week of actively making others happy.I will have a real test run cause my husband is flying away from tue.- fri. for ministers mtgs.I truly want it to be a great week for my little ones and I think with that as our motto it will work! Thanks for being honest about your feelings! 😊

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    1. Many, many blessings on your week. I am going to try to remember to pray for you and yours!

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  4. I get your blog posts in my email and really appreciate them but especially this post. I was sure that "I" was the ZONLY one to feel this way.

    Thanks so much for your sharing with us.

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    1. Thank you so much, Debi! I struggle with knowing how much to "air my dirty laundry". You are not alone ❤

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  5. Bethany, when you "air your dirty laundry" we know how to pray for you. Many people think us blog authors have perfect little lives, with clean houses, perfect children and perfect husbands but that simply isn't true.
    So share away, with discretion of course☺
    I hope you are enjoying your Monday.

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