Listening to the Tock and the Tick

Listening to the Tock and the Tick

I’ve spent my business life working to understand what makes people tick and finding creative ways to connect with them. Sometimes the study is about people with whom I have much in common, but mostly I’ve learned about people who think quite differently to me. I know this is part of what I’ve loved about my job because it’s also what I do in life — being every-day fascinated by the tick-tock of human behavior. The people I study have different behaviors and priorities. Their days are filled with concerns that begin and end along a path on which I have never walked.  But it’s my job to dig deeply enough and have a heart to care enough that I can communicate effectively with them.  Whoever they are. So… I always like a good paradox and...

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Forged Steel v. Evil Bones. En Guarde.

Forged Steel v. Evil Bones.                                                En Guarde.

We all have issues with bones. These bones are unique parts of us that are from our childhood or other [character-building] events, or simply because we were born with them. They’re dense as an oak. And they are part of our framework whether we want them or not.  Like my big feet, in some ways I’m stuck with them. My particular Evil Bone feeds ugly thoughts of fear and suspicion and negativity when I’m not looking. Suddenly I hear a voice of doubt in myself or in my husband or an expectation of someone else’s behavior… and I know it came from that ugly extra bone. The one that hardened when I was 12.  When my warped sense of love relationships with men, and the insecurity that wants me to feel control, was most likely solidified. HOWEVER Though these...

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The Tiers of Sin

The Tiers of Sin

One of the significant slivers of conditioning that I’ve had to wrestle as a shattered-and-redeemed woman, is many years of training that sin has tiers.  Sort of like a small, medium and double-triple-XL spectrum of sin measurement. Unfortunately when I learned the beautiful gift of confession, it was apparently attached to a commensurate punishment, which of course, meant my 12-year-old brain would simply pre-calculate the right level of sin to confess.  Easy.  Sorrowfully tell just enough to be believable but don’t tell the part about that really bad cuss word I test drove on the playground last week.  Sin had tiers. Yea, I didn’t get it. So, if my long dance with deception (fast forwarding now) was something closer to double-triple XXL, does that make...

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There Will Be No Stones.

There Will Be No Stones.

Does a week’s blogging absence demand an explanation?  (I hope so;) I’ve been recovering. Early last week I stood before hundreds of women and told my scandalous story of ‘mad woman redeemed.’ A friend asked, “is this by choice?”  My sister said, “No, technically it’s not normal for people to want to confess their ugly past.” I wouldn’t say it was a want inside of me. When the leader of Women’s Ministry asked me to share my testimony, I knew it was a command from inside my heart. I worried about the judgment and reactions of the Surely More Godly Women — the women who’ve known Him longer and didn’t need to travel such scandalous roads to find the love they sought. But, I knew these women already; we were all talking about real...

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Some Metaphors Never Get Old

Some Metaphors Never Get Old

My family thinks I’m obsessed with pulling weeds. Truly, I have been known to stop mid-stride to pull one weed, wearing heels and white trousers, carrying my laptop, only to find myself amassing huge green piles as I work my way around the front walk. They could be right. What’s more, my husband is patient with my chronic disease of leaving those piles to either demonstrate my hard work, or give the kids some participation fun.  They love chores. Especially when I create the mess. But tonight, pulling weeds provides a moment to ponder the irresistible metaphors. Especially after two weeks of paying not much attention to the evil things. Advanced Metaphor Abuse I have a particular addiction to the obtrusive, ugly ones with shallow root balls that are gross...

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