On Looking Back

 

It is physically impossible to look forward and backward at the same time. It cannot be done. You are able to see one direction or the other, but your eyes cannot take in both at once.

It is no different with one’s inner vision, that place within your being, mind and soul. When you spend time focusing on the past, reliving it with guilt, regret, and “if only,” that is where all your thoughts are. You expend your energy there. It is where you are—in the past. The result is like an eddy or a whirlpool. Going in circles, you get sucked down and become stagnant. You are rendered powerless and immobile with no chance or hope of ever getting out and moving forward.

While letting go of one’s past is sometimes easier said than done, hanging on to it weighs a person down in the most literal sense. It becomes a heavy burden to carry, with no real payoffs--unless you are trying to qualify for martyrdom. Living in the past is the antithesis of God's plan and desire for us.

Living in the present, ever moving forward, is important in order to live a viable, productive, complete, and satisfying life. How do I know? I am the voice of experience. It was one of the first lessons taught me by my Creator.

Valuable principles like these are foundational. They are the base for other building blocks in a person’s life. In my opinion, this one is especially worthwhile.

 

“…but I focus on this one thing:

Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead.”

Philippians 3:13 NLT

On a Pair of Walking Shoes

 

empathy: n. Identification with or understanding of the thoughts, feelings, or emotional state of another person.

 

As I headed down the sidewalk for a walk in the fresh air, my shoes shouted for attention. I found them quite intriguing, with their own story to tell. 

I am trying to walk with regularity since I retired four months ago from my gardening business--even if it's only for a short distance. The brief physical activity is no replacement for the steps per day I tallied behind a mower. However, my body feels better when I’m moving in the fresh air. I feel better.

The shoes were gifted to me by my daughter before we headed for Scotland and Ireland three years ago. She knew we would be doing a lot of walking, and even though I never tried them on before purchase, they fit perfectly.

They are well-worn yet still serviceable. The soles reveal my individual gait. The tread on the outside heel of each shoe is worn down, an indication of how I roll my foot from the outer to the inner with each step. This was always a source of great consternation for my poor mother. “You're so hard on shoes! Your brothers don't need new shoes nearly as often as you do.” The message was that I needed to walk differently. I didn’t then. I still don’t.

The shoes triggered a flow of memories. I remember wearing them while standing on the banks of Loch Lomond in Scotland with my daughter and grandgirl. I wore them when I climbed the Cliffs of Moher in Ireland, a vertical equivalent of eight flights of stairs. They’ve been to Edinburgh Castle and wandered through Windsor Castle in London. The shoes have covered miles and miles of pavement.

And here I am, walking on a sidewalk in Eugene, Oregon. No one would ever know where my shoes have been by looking at them. No one would know where I have been by looking at me.

There is an obvious point to be made here, the crux. Every pair of shoes tells a story. That story belongs to the one wearing them. No two stories are alike, because no two people are alike.

It’s very easy to look at another person and see only physical characteristics or personal attributes. The next time you see someone, and judgement is quick to appear, look at their shoes—not the style, color, or design. Consider their story and that of the person wearing them.

We cannot know what state another is in, be it mental, physical, spiritual, or financial. There is no way of knowing where a person has been, what they have gone through or what is happening to them in the present. Perhaps they just lost their job or received a negative report from their doctor. A child may be causing them grief, a spouse is abusing them, or they just received notice of eviction. There is no end to the calamities that befall humankind.

While we can't change the circumstances of those we encounter, this is my suggestion: A little bit of compassion, empathy, and kindness goes a long way in how we treat people. A lot goes even further.

 

“You can’t understand someone until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes.” Unknown

On Relationship: It Takes Two

 

relationship: n. Connection or association; A way in which two or more people behave and are involved with each other.

  

"I know you are refusing to talk to me. And that's OK. You can be angry or whatever with me....It did not have to be this way. You've made your point. I will not communicate with you anymore."

 I feel stupid. Really stupid. How do I get over this feeling of being so stupid?

The feelings and thoughts were plaguing my mind, and I couldn’t get rid of them.

It’s the kind of stupid you would feel if you were walking down the sidewalk and recognized the person coming towards you. There is no question they see you too. You speed up your pace to greet them, but they turn their head as they pass by, ignoring you.

It’s that kind of stupid feeling, an icky residue after laying yourself out only to be treated as though you don’t matter or exist. 

New neighbors moved in next door almost two years ago. I was delighted when I found there was a set of twin girls, around ten at the time. Kids in the neighborhood!!

Animals moved in too. There were more than just a few as the owners tried to establish a farm on a city lot. Initially there were six or seven chickens, four rabbits, and three dogs. Over time, a dozen ducks were added.

The lady of the household is the one who fields all communication. My relationship with her got off to a rocky start when one of the rabbits appeared in my garden, heading for my strawberries. I explained rabbits and my garden would not co-exist, and they needed to be kept penned. She appeared to understand my point.

Our relationship got rougher as time went on when it became apparent the animals were not properly contained. The rabbits got out repeatedly, heading for my garden. The chickens were allowed to free range in my flower beds and the ducks did their “duck thing” not far from my back door. When I opened my blinds every morning, I was never sure which animal might be “visiting.”

Issues arose regularly over the poorly caged animals. The city requires owners of urban farm animals to house and properly contain them. I felt the situation could be resolved without involving the city. I told the neighbors of my stance from the beginning.

I communicated often, usually via text. “Please keep your animals penned up.” It was my single request. That did not happen. The final straw was when the chickens tore up my flower beds with their scratching and digging and their owner challenged me, “How do you know my chickens did this?” Frustration over the stench resulting from their ducks being housed adjacent to my backyard fence sent me over the edge. I contacted the city over my neighbor’s obstinate refusal to comply after over a year and a half. 

What if I am the only representation of God in their lives? Have my neighbors seen anything in my life that would point them to Him? Those have been personal questions of concern. I have no answer, certainly not a “Hallelujah!” one.  

I have a core belief there is a point and purpose to everything that takes place in my life. I have learned a great deal about myself through this. I learned I am not as patient as I thought I was. I am neither kind nor do I turn the other cheek. Mercy does not fill my being, I can be downright mean, and I feel no love for those causing grief in my life.

God has also revealed facets of Himself. He has a limit when it comes to His tolerance, what He allows and what He doesn’t. He is longsuffering, but He will neither be abused nor taken for granted. He allows ample time for us humans to reckon with the truth of ourselves. But when we refuse to do that, then “Time’s up.” When He’s done, He’s done. Period.

I decided it was a good time to walk to Bi-Mart. I needed to get outside and move. It’s quite a distance away, almost three miles. My optimistic hope was I would make it there and back home in one piece. I had my list—daffodil bulbs, orchid potting mix…and licorice. I had confidence time spent trudging along in the fresh air would help clear my mind.

I have been texting my neighbor. She does not respond. I know she reads the messages, but she is silent. The repeated lack of acknowledgement felt like a slap in the face. That was when I started feeling stupid. Why do I continue reaching out, only to be ignored? How stupid is that?

While walking and mulling over my “stupid” situation, God reminded me of a scripture. “I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.”*

The mental picture I had was of my Heavenly Father knocking at a door. He waits for an answer and there is none. He knocks once more. He doesn’t leave but continues to wait. He knows someone is inside, but no one responds. He knocks again and again. There is only silence. No one answers.

What is He to do?

I asked Him if He felt stupid like I did.

 “No. I feel sad.”

It takes two to have a relationship. You cannot have a relationship with someone who chooses to not respond. I have walked away. Time’s up. I am done. I will not lay myself out anymore, only to be ignored.

I would have been a good neighbor to you and for you, W*****. It is your loss. It didn’t have to be this way. It makes me sad.

And, from God’s point of view, He cannot have a relationship with someone who chooses to not answer the door and invite Him in when He knocks.

If you are one who puts off the “still, small voice” of God…or chooses to ignore Him when He knocks, remember this: There comes a point when “Time’s up,” and He is done.

Humankind cannot have things both ways. We cannot live life as we choose, on our terms and oblivious to God, then expect Him to know us when we enter eternity. If we want nothing to do with Him, then that is what we are given. It is on us, not Him. Think about that.

It takes two to have a relationship. 

                                                                                               

                                                                                                           *Revelation 3:20