I’ve been taking a class on Wednesday nights at my church on the book The Peacemaker by Ken Sande. As we finished up the book as a class, the last time we spent together was looking at confronting those who’ve hurt us and forgiving those who’ve hurt us. The further we delved into the material, and the deeper our discussion become, I realized why I’ve become a peace-faker instead of a peace-maker: I’m afraid of initiating in relationships.
I have on idea when this started, but one of my first thoughts is to blame it on Elizabeth Elliot. She was all the rage when I was in college, and I had the chance to hear her in a debate at the Urbana Missions conference regarding a woman’s place in the church/mission field. She has very traditional views on a woman’s place anywhere – in fact, she actually said during the debate that should would not speak in church unless she was with her husband. Yikes.
I read Quest for Love several years ago (I refused to read Passion and Purity out of principle), though Quest for Love was not much different, if what I heard about P & P was correct. One principle Elliot lives by is that a woman should never initiate relationships with men. If they are interested, they will pursue you. Makes sense, I guess. The problem is, I think I let myself believe that about everyone. Because now I don’t even initiate friendships.
I was talking about my realization with my women’s small group that meets on Mondays, and my dear friend Sue caught me afterwards and asked how she could help. once I talked with her about it, ever the goal-setter, she advised me to try “one a day”. Make one initiation a day, just help me get over this hump.
And then, a wave of situations arise in my life this week where I am rejected (passively, as far as I know, unless there are a lot of people in my life who just don’t want to be around me.) That does not help.
I don’t usually write a post unless I feel some closure on an issue. But I am at a loss right now, because I am in the midst of finals, figuring out my summer schedule, and am feeling unable to flesh this out, find the root and climb over the mountain. I’m aware of it now, so that’s something. But that’s not much after the week I’ve had.
I’m taking a ride off to one side
It is a personal thing.
When I can’t stand
Up in this cage I’m not regretting.
I don’t need a better thing,
I’d settle for less,
It’s another thing for me,
I just have to wander through this world
Stop before you fall
Into the hole that I have dug here,
Rest even as you
Are starting to feel the way I used to,
I don’t need a better thing
(Just to sound confused)
Don’t talk about everyone,
I am not amused by you.
I’m gonna lose you,
Yeah I’m gonna lose you
If I’m gonna lose you, I’m gonna lose you,
Yeah I’m gonna lose you
If I’m gonna lose you
I’ll lose you now for good