I Pity the Fool!...Myself?

Hey kids- do you remember Mr T and his "I pity the fool"?

 

 

 

 

My honey wrote his missions fortnight about self pity this week- it was so good I gotta share it with you now-  you might see a little of yourself or someone you know below.  Wise words from the counselor:)  enjoy!

 

 

If you are in my office, you are probably upset.   That’s a given.  Upsettedness (I just invented that word) is why I show up every morning.  I expect upset.  My job is to sort through the issues of upsettedness and encourage people toward more accurate perceptions and proactive life solutions.  Numerous Christian and secular counseling strategies claim superiority for achieving those goals.  I won’t debate the validity of the various approaches.  That would create a really long Mission Fortnight that would draw a decisive and well deserved “delete” from my readers.    However I will venture to say that while there are numerous methods that can move us through our upsettedness, there is one approach that always makes it worse.  This response actually feeds and nurtures upsettedness.  I am talking about self-pity.  Self-pity is steroids for upset.  It always increases the size and strength of upsettedness to Hulk-like dimensions.

 

Now, keep in mind:  Pain and suffering happen.  Heaven knows, the people I counsel in missions have been through difficult circumstances.  Feeling upset is a normal response to the inevitable sorrows and wounding that characterize everyone’s life from time to time.  On the other hand, staying upset because you feel sorry for yourself should not be a given.  If you enjoy upsettedness, then feeling sorry for yourself is THE solution to your suffering.  If you’d rather not prolong life’s upsets, keep reading.

 

The following are some misbeliefs that hold people in a self-pity tailspin.  As you read these items take inventory of your own tendencies to feel sorry for yourself:

 

·         My circumstances are special.  Few people can understand my unusually difficult hardships.  Most self-pitying people believe that everyone else is leading a charmed existence of favor and abundance.  They see themselves as being singled out for uncommon suffering.  

The truth is:  Everybody lives in the same fallen world.  Tragedy and sorrow is an equal opportunity experience here on Planet Earth. Generally, people lead mixed lives of joy and sorrow.  Nobody escapes with a pain free existence.  Sorry to break it to you but you are not special.  “Nobody knows the troubles I’ve seen” is a lie.  The most honest response to hard times is:  In view of the realities of what is happening, what do I need to do?  Being proactive and engaging the situation is the opposite of feeling sorry for yourself.

·         I am constantly beleaguered by unfair people and events that cheat me out of happiness.   Self-pitying people see unrelenting unfairness pouring out of everyone except themselves.  They believe that fair is a universal law with their needs and wants at the center.

The truth is:  Fair is a weather forecast or a fun summer event with rides and cow awards.  Fair is not a God-given right that allows you to get what you want when you want it.  Trust me:  Your version of fair only spills over into someone else’s version and causes mutual indignation.  There is no fair in this life, only grace

·         I am hideously at the mercy of stupid and incompetent people who refuse to see the wisdom and rightness of doing things my way.  Self-pitying people complain incessantly about their bosses or pastors or supervisors or political leaders.  They are convinced that they would do it right if they were in power.  Until then, they feel abused by powerful people who are guilty of making their lives difficult.

The truth is:  Realistically, even though small minded and inept people exist, they are not conspiring to thwart your happiness.  Honestly, if you were in charge, you wouldn’t do any better.  You would probably make a worse mess of things.  Be a blessing to the people in leadership in your life. Your complaining and resistance is not helping anybody including you.

·         The mean people must be punished for hurting me.  Self-pitying people are constant victims.  Someone is always mistreating them.  Getting payback against the evil doers is imperative.  At the very least, it’s necessary to withdraw all affection and support until the bad people see the error of their ways and give you the treatment you deserve.

The truth is:  You really aren’t as victimized as you think you are.  Real victimization exists but probably not in your case.  Sorry.  It’s true.  The minimum wage fast food worker who gets your order wrong doesn’t deserve your wrath.  You aren’t living a Shakespearean tragedy.  Payback usually ends up hurting you more than the object of your justice.  Let it go and move forward.  Being a victim wastes time and energy you need to actually accomplish your goals.

 

The antidote for self-pity is faith.  Self-pity says God is inadequate, impotent and/or disinterested in my plight.  I cannot trust Him or His plan and feel sorry for myself at the same time.    Self-pity denies the incredible blessings that God has given and indicts Him for taking inadequate care of our needs.  James 5:13 says, “Is anyone among you suffering?  Then he must pray. Is anyone cheerful? He is to sing praises.”  Prayer and thanksgiving are appropriate beginning points when you’re drowning in self-pity.  Try it.  You will probably feel embarrassed that you were complaining in the first place.

 

Final note:  Most of our struggles in the USA are “first world problems”.  Have a look at the First World Problems website.  It is about the weird stuff we pampered Westerners complain about.  Most are pretty funny and sooo true.   http://first-world-problems.com/archive

 

But gee….it’s fortnight.  There is nothing to feel sorry for yourself about during fortnight.  Go out and enjoy your first world problems…. 

 

 

Kind regards in Christ,

 

Tim Sieges, PhD, LPC, NCC

Clinical Director

Wycliffe USA Counseling Ministries

 

Yup- he is smart!  for more words of wisdom- check out our website-

 

http://siegesdotorg.wordpress.com/

 

 

 

If I perish....what's worse than dying?

Recently I went to Toronto to celebrate my sis's 60th birthday.  What happens in Toronto stays in Toronto...

 of course

but I do want to tell ya'll about my pilgrimage to Niagara Falls.  

Riding "The Maid of the Mist" within a few feet of the falls made my life flash before me, and my rear end pucker:)

my sister and I were on this boat- Yikes!

 

It's hard to explain- but for about 10 minutes of my life


I was silent.


Most of you who know me know that is an almost miracle:) 


As we drew closer and closer to the thundering, I felt surrounded by the white-hot majesty  of my Creator, in the horseshoe of His creation.

 In my mind I knew thousands had survived this journey, but in my heart were the words:

 "Really God?  This is flippin outrageous!  I'M GONNA DIE!"

Since I am currently leading a study in the book of Esther in the Old Testament,  her immortal words kept coming to my mind

 "if I perish, I perish." 

Esther was smack in the middle of THE defining moment of her life. She knew it as well as I know the natural color of my hair. Her uncle Mordeci reminded her she was created "for such a time as this" destined to either die, or save her people from extinction. (Esther chapters 4 and 5)



While my defining moment over the weekend in the bowels of the Falls was nothing noble or life saving, it did change me.

I marveled at the splendor of my Creator's creation, of course,

but it was more than that.

I was ready to die.

And all at once I knew there were far worse things than dying.

Knowing that in your life you have never lifted a finger to honor your Jesus, or help humankind.

THAT, my friend, is a far worse fate than death.


Esther knew it.

I know it.

So, as I look back on my fab time in Toronto with my sisters and my ten minutes of  silence, marveling on the Niagara River,  I purposed to do whatever I can to seize the day. 


And You?

Carpe Diem. 



  

Hallmark or Hell?

Life changing events can be life-shattering.  Like the sudden death of a loved one or a natural disaster. 

Life changing events can also be the grooviest-like a marriage or the birth of your first babe.

A couple of months ago now, my  sweetie had major back surgery.  It was pretty life shattering at first- with several complications and severe pain. As time went by his back got better, and thankfully today only a few irritating side effects remain.

He lost a few pounds and is cold much of the time.  With his smokin' hot wife  (in the menopausal way) it's a little difficult for us temp-wise... 3 fans on my side of the bed and 3 blankets on his:)

 Also the Hallmark TV station has become his "go to" spot.


 

 

you know- John Boy Walton, Pa Ingalls, and ALL those  movies like "Love's Valentine"!  He watches it endlessly...

Are you thinking WHAT IN THE CAT HAIR??? 

ME TOO.

This is a guy whose favorite Christmas movies used to be Die Hard and Lethal Weapon. 

His surgery changed him.  No more action movies for him, just schmaltz:) And that's OK.

The other day we were watching an episode of Little House where blind Mary and her blind husband have a stage coach wreck and then a fire almost kills them and the pregnant woman traveling with them. (who is in the process of giving birth) Of course Pa sees the fire from afar and saves them.

 


 As I was scratching my head and wondering is this Hallmark or Hell?

It came to me.

Life changing events change you forever...

Hence the name.


As I am careening at breakneck speed toward that day when I will stand before my Savior and Creator, I worry and wonder.

How many more life changing events will I have?
Will I see my grandkids grow up?
Am I doing enough for my family, my friends, the autistic teenager I work with?
Am I living my life the way my Jesus would have me live it?

If the hardest thing I will have to deal with is watching Hallmark Movies the rest of my life- I am in pretty good shape:)

But I fear there are more life changing events to come for me.

I plan to embrace them with a fervor, and thank my God I am here to have them happen. 

Tomorrow my husband is having a life changing event much more important than back surgery or Hallmark.

He is giving the eulogy in Montana at the Memorial Service for his beloved twin brother Terry. Terry passed away last week,  I pray for Tim's  strength tomorrow, and the same for Terry's sweet wife Betty, and her three grown sons, Mason, Adam, and Andy.

This life changing event has changed us all forever.

Rest in Peace, Terry, we love you.





Terry and Tim 2009

 

The ART of hanging out...

NO

 I am NOT going to talk about the evil of electronics and how no one TALKS face-to-face (in person, I mean) anymore.

 not much anyhow...


There are several lost arts, that as a kid growing up on a farm in Iowa, I pretty much perfected. 



some of these include:

canning 100 quarts of every imaginable vegetable known to man,

moving hogs and cattle home from the far field,

"scooping the loop"  in my little hometown of 556 people,

or going to the county fair & holding hands with a hunny on the ferris wheel.

Most of these joys,  (a blog for anther day)

I fear my grandchildren will never have the opportunity to experience. 

But there is ONE lost art, that CAN happen today with a little effort

 and a rope. 

The ART  of hanging out.

 

 

 

Clothes, that is.

 

 

On a clothesline.

 

 

 Ever heard of it?

 

 

 Growing up on the farm, we had 10 people to do laundry for, and probably washed 4-5 loads a day.  AND no clothes dryer until I was in high school.  So as a kid, we all hung out, in more ways that one.  My little sisters stood on a step stool. 

 

We all hung out together... until it was done.

 

 

Then we had a family baseball game.

 

Actually I have done a little research on this topic, and found that 89% of the world does NOT have electric dryers and "hang out".  In Papua New Guinea we hung  out on bushes:)

 

 

Last week, my son hung out a rope for me between 2 trees. 

 

 

YES, I have a new clothes line.

 

And not the Kardashian kind, the hanging out kind.

 

I am in hog heaven.

 

 

 I don't hang out everything, but am averaging about a load every other day. 

 

 

Glade, Airwick, and everyone else has tried to reproduce that smell... but they cannot.

 

 

NOTHING smells better than freshly dry clothes from a clothesline.....

 

except maybe Heaven?

 

 

 

 

Listen up! (especially you young moms!!!!)

 

WHAT IN THE CATHAIR DO YOU HAVE TO LOOSE?

 

 

1.Get a rope

2.hang it between 2 trees

3.Buy a pkg of clothespins for $1.29

4.Hang out! not everything, just 4-5 items, (pajamas are great)

5.Do this with your kids, and talk to them about the good old days.

6.Hang out, while you are hanging out with your kids...

 7.Ok I admit you may have to kind of HIDE behind your house in the trees, away from the homeowners association narcs:)

 

Speaking of hanging out, my entire family will be together for a few days next month. 

 

We will hang out.

 

 We like to hang out with each other.

 

 

 

It's fun.

 

 

 

So try it.

 

 

Hang out with your family or friends.  Put away the electronics for a couple of days.

 

I will rise up and call you blessed, and

 

 

You may just get a quick glimpse of Heaven.

 

 



 

FOR SHAME! Popcorn ceilings and Formica counter-tops!

Recently my hunny had a major back surgery which kind of forced us to buy a king size bed.  We had been sleeping on a queen for years, but I was afraid of kicking him in the back, so we scraped some cash together, my mom helped us a little, we bit the bullet and got the bed.  Since I bought it off the floor I got $1000 off but getting it home in the back of our  1990  F-150 truck, flapping in the breeze, is another blog for another day:)  



To be quite honest with you I LOVE the king size bed. 

 It is heavenly! 

But it got me fired up about the rest of my house and major improvements that we need.  I looked up at my popcorn 

ceilings, and down and my Formica counter-tops, and heaved an enormous SIGH.

Any self respecting home decor specialist would run screaming ANATHEMA!

Or TSK TSK  me until they are blue in the face...

Popcorn ceilings and formica counter-tops are so last year they reek of 1960.  You know, when the Brady Bunch had that hip house with both. 

Oh yaaaa.... Alice used to scrub that formica countertop til it shined!

Thinking about this immediately put me into a WHAT-IN-THE-CAT-HAIR frenzy of gnashing my teeth and wringing my hands. 

It's true 

My house needs a makeover.  

At best I call it shabby chic:)

In my mom's era, it was the friend who had a gas furnace instead of a hand fired wood furnace in the basement like she did.....

I don't think I have a friend who has popcorn ceilings OR formica counter-tops....Ladies?

A few months ago a good buddy of mine who is a 20-something was telling me about her sis who just bought a house.  

"They are getting some of it re-done before they move in, and getting rid of those god-AWFUL popcorn ceilings!"  

She is really nice, so I did NOT tell her to look up. (she was sitting in my kitchen:)

As I walked through Lowes, and gazed at all the sleek granite counter-tops, it dawned on me that I really don't care.  

I am good with my popcorn ceilings AND formica counter-tops. 

 I might just keep them until Jesus returns. 

Including my gamecock red chicken wire cupboards.

Actually I am almost certain in 10 years they will be all the rage.....

Sometimes I wonder what my women friends in Papua New Guinea, who live in grass huts would think about all this hullabaloo...What in the Cat hair?

When I get to Heaven, it seems to me we will ALL  have fabulous granite counter-tops and smooth as silk ceilings.... 

or better yet we just won't care.

Actually, I care much more about who is coming from Texas to visit me tomorrow!!