I Was Right and I Was Wrong

Last month I wrote a story titled “Getting Out of the Boat….. Again” in which I shared my thoughts about making changes in my life—being willing to take some risks and trying something new. What I did not share was—I already had some ideas in mind—a plan was forming—and I was getting ready to put it into action.

And then…… I had the legs knocked out from under me….. in a deliberate but kind way…..

Long-time readers may recall that two years ago I was headed in the same direction—sitting on my porch—trying to figure out what to do now that I had put my life back together after my broken engagement.

I made the same mistake then that I was making now.

Two years ago, I was making plans and getting the approval of family and friends but ….. hmmmm….. I did not spend any time asking God for guidance. After all, it was simply obvious to me (in spite of a year of chaos) that I was in control of my life. But then, as you may recall, I got a random “not-in-Janet’s-plan” email that led to my job at Cobb County and all “my plans” got shelved.

So much for my being in control.

So thus, I am sure last month God was on His throne shaking His head and saying “Blondie—really?  Really?  You think you are going to make big life decisions and not chat with me about it?  OK Angel Gabriel—get the wheels turning—AGAIN.”

You see, I had decided on some life changes…. and woke up one bright sunny morning in October and was looking forward to putting the plans into action. But, by the end of that very day, I had had several intense conversations with others which gave me pause….. made me question my decisions.

But God was not done with showing me my foolishness. That was merely Step One. He started using both friends and strangers to make His point.

Step Two: One of my dear friends, when I shared with her my thoughts about joining new groups and taking on new adventures, looked me squarely in the eyes and asked, “WHY?”

When you get asked a “why” question and if you are honest…. well, the answer can be a bit painful. The truth was there were two answers.

One: I was still looking for companionship. This March will mark 10 years since my divorce and my husband moved out the year before. With the exception of my 2+ years with the man who became my fiancé for 4 months, I have been single. I am someone who misses the companionship of sharing a meal with someone; lingering over a glass of wine and laughing; holding hands while walking on city streets.

The honest answer—I was hoping if I ran around frantically going from place to place or event to event then I might meet someone.

But there was also another reason….. I fear becoming a boring stodgy person.

I spent 35 years married to a good man but he liked to live in a tightly controlled environment with little noise and little spontaneity. I was not that kind of person at heart but I made myself become someone who could live within those boundaries…. who lived by coloring inside the lines.

But in truth, I am someone who has a tendency to be loud and off the wall in my speech and laugh a lot and not always follow the script. I do not want to return to being the woman I once was—a woman I view as boring and dull—but I want to be totally alive.

So, as I came to grips with the reasons for my quest for new adventures, I began to think that just merely running from place to place and event to event was not the answer….. that perhaps living my life in search of new things—that was certainly important—but not to be the center of my life.

A step in the right direction BUT God was still not done with me….. I had yet to understand what He was trying to say. (I am a slow learner. Good thing He can be patient.)

Step Three was put into place…… over the last 4 weeks, to drill His message into my feeble brain, the floodgates in my life opened…. whether through divine guidance or simply due to the fact that my blinders were off.….who knows why….. but people came, as my mother would say, crawling out of the woodwork.

Over these last 4 weeks, I have found myself having intensely personal and painful conversations with women who had tears in their eyes as I held their hands; have had chats over coffee with a delightful gentleman who is dealing with the death of his wife; had lunch with a lovely lady whose husband died on Thanksgiving day after a long battle with Alzheimer’s disease; chatted with Walter, my homeless friend, at our Sunday morning breakfast at St. David’s and had breakfast with some of his homeless buddies; have prayed for others as they have dealt with surgeries and physical pain; have seen changes being made in response to suggestions I have made; the list goes on and on.

I spent 3 days of this Thanksgiving weekend in solitude—reading devotionals and being quiet and trying to listen for God’s guidance.

And what I finally realized is—my new direction does not involve getting out of the boat and walking on water—I have been doing that since March of 2009. I do not need to add anything new to my life but I need to take what I am currently doing and kick it up a notch.

Instead my “new” focus is to reach out to those people who are still in their boats—to offer my hand—to offer encouragement—to offer hope—so they may try to step out and to be there when they do.

And if they fall…..  to lift them up.

Will I meet someone this way? Will I find companionship? Will I become a boring person? Maybe—maybe not. But over these past several days of reflection…. the realization of what I need to do has humbled me…… has brought me to my knees….. and I have put those questions to bed.

Last month I shared my thoughts on the direction I thought I was to take….I was to look for new opportunities and I felt I could not continue to sit safely in my boat and drift quietly along.

I was right and I was wrong.

I was right—I cannot continue to sit quietly in my boat and drift along….I do need to step out of the boat but instead of merely just walking on water by myself—I need to look back and reach out to others and encourage them to join me on this journey of faith – to let them know they are not alone.

I was wrong—I wrote that I need to look for new opportunities. It turns out that the new opportunities were there all the time in front of my face….I did not have to look for them…..they came to me.

I am out of the boat—again—but this time it is not about me and walking on water and what I should be doing.

It is about compassion and love and patience and sharing.

And for you, dear reader, this holiday season, who should you reach out to? And what stops you from doing so?

The answers may be more important than you realize.


8 thoughts on “I Was Right and I Was Wrong

  1. Janet, I loved your blog!

    I remember many years ago thinking the same thing; but God had to show me that I had to be satisfied with where I was emotionally, spiritually and every other way before our Precious Lord could do anything with me! Thus, Virgil came into my life! That was 38 years ago!

    You and I have shared with each other many times that life is just not about us!!!! The Lord has caused us to come to this point, in order for us to be able to be an absolute outreach for Him in whatever way He desires! He doesn’t ask our permission or whether or not it is something we want to do; He wants us to love Him enough, to ‘die to self’ and just do it! No if, ands, or buts about it! It has taken me all of 74 years to get there, and guess what, I am still a work in progress and will be until He takes me home to be with Him.

    Right or wrong! Well I see it as spiritual growth! As long as we are learning from our rights and wrongs, I don’t think that Jesus really cares, He just wants us to listen, learn, lead and love.

    I love you girlfriend! Thank you Jesus for being our God and allowing us to be your children!

    PS: I had sent you a thank you note for my gift card months ago and just got it back in return mail! So, thank you my friend for being there for me in so many ways.

  2. This is quite a story of introspection and decidedly well-written. I am happy for you that you have found this path and some folks, many as yet unnamed, will be the better for it.

    It kind of reminds me of the adage “bloom where you are planted.”

    Wishing you blessings for this upcoming Christmas season and beyond.

    • Thank you for your kind remarks. It is funny… sometimes it takes me a couple of days to get my story all pulled together and sometimes it is a quick process… for this story … from beginning to clicking Publish …. it only took 3 hours….so it was obviously already written on my heart.

      And best wishes to you and your family on this Christmas season and a joyous New Year!

  3. Hey- it’s all about surrendering (easier said than done!) and when things are suppose to happen they will (but maybe not the way you thought they would!)! And it’s funny you brought up “the boat”. I always say my job is not to steer the boat, talk about the boat or to stop the boat. My job is just to keep rowing. Sometimes I have no idea where I am or where I’m going- I only know to just keep rowing! Miss seeing you! B

    • Ok–so I am not sure who this is but I love the idea of just keeping rowing–you are at least moving in a direction and not just drifting! Thank you for the thoughts!

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