Wednesday, February 15, 2012

holding loosely



a blog by Julie Hunt

"In relationships, I have found that we really must find the important balance between holding on tight and letting go. As individuals, we often tend towards one extreme or the other, depending on our personalities, family history and disposition. There are dangers inherent in each of these approaches.

When we hold tightly in relationships, we might very well have a grip on the person, in that we are not going to lose them. But, there is a risk in holding tightly. We just might choke, smother, or suffocate them.

In contrast, if we take the posture of letting go, we will not be as intrusive or harsh as when we are holding tightly. We might easily lose the thing we are holding, and communicate a lacksidasical spirit.

It is risky.

Imagine a delicate, colorful butterfly flitting around your yard and lighting on your hand. How would you hold it? If you held your hands completely open, palms flat, chances are it would fly away. In contrast imagine if you squeezed your hands together and held on tightly, in fear of losing her. It might crush her.

But what if you cupped your hands, to where they created a safe, enclosed, yet spacious place for her to be?

When I was in college, my wise friend, Jen, was counseling me, as I was brokenhearted. I had been misled by a boy and was emotionally wrought. She encouraged me to “hold loosely” to this relationship. She gave me the gift of this metaphor and I have carried the wisdom from that moment with me for two decades.

Holding loosely is the balance between holding tightly and letting go.

It’s not losing a hold, and relinquishing, like letting go, but it’s not the gripping, desperate feeling of holding tightly. The posture of holding loosely communicates: “I am here, I want to be with you, I am holding onto you. However, my hands are gently holding, with as much space as I can create for you to breath and move,”

This holding loosely corresponds with Jesus’ command to “love your neighbor as yourself”. How do I want to be held in relationships? Possessively clutched in a way that can crush me? No. Or, conversely – open handed with no hold or security offered or effort exerted? No. Rather, I want to be held in the gentle hold of a loving, open, spacious space of a caring other. There I find love and security and yet room to breath and become my truest self. Within this posture, we love our neighbor as ourselves.

This principle has been applicable in all of my relationships: with family, and girlfriends, children and co-workers, even with my husband and children. We all desire to be known, loved, cherished, understood and not forgotten. And we all want to find grace, openness, and freedom. We want to be our truest, best selves. We often become that within the context of healthy relationships."


i am thankful that God has given me someone who holds me loosely.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

embedded


a blog by Randi Helm:


"This has been a long few years for me. Like so many, I’ve been in the throes of dire situations with seemingly no way out. I sometimes look back and think, wow, I can’t believe what I’ve been through, and am still going through.

Pulling the curtain back on my life I get the clear impression that I am embedded. I am nestled right in between a rock and a hard place with little to no wiggle room. This season has formed around my soul and engulfed me.

Softly I hear the voice of my Heavenly Father speak,
“The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still.” (Exodus 14:14 NIV)
But in order to hear Him I have had to be quiet and I am not often quiet when I struggle.

When difficult things happen I think it is so natural to fight, kick, fuss and try to change things. When you put your hand in the flame you the pain makes you instinctively pull it back out. I am a fixer by nature. I’m always trying to problem solve and I have not had much success with all the complicated and unresolved problems that loom over me. The frustration that things haven’t changed is the most difficult for me.

But there is something that is beginning to change. It’s me. At times I feel like a child who is held tight during a full blown tantrum. Finally, I am beginning to rest out of pure exhaustion in the arms of my loving Father. I have no energy to fight, fuss or even pray for that matter if I’m being honest. In this emerging moment of my life I really begin to grasp that the Lord understands. I have to face my weakness in order to embrace His sufficiency.
“In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.” (Romans 8:26 NIV)

When He tells me to be still, He means it. It is for my own good. In being still the Spirit of God goes before the Father on my behalf to pray for me. It’s in this act of surrender that heaven touches my soul and I get a sense that there is more to what I’m going through than meets my eye and I begin to wonder.

Perhaps becoming embedded has freed me in a way I had never thought of before. Oh don’t get me wrong, I so feel like a prisoner at times but I’m finding freedom in ways I had not expected. Being imbedded forces me to discover the promises of God. I will either be swallowed up by fear, anger and doubt or choose a different path. The power of God is at work here. Only the Lord could make me have a desire to rest in His promises. Left to myself, I would lose the battle with fear.

Once again, I softly hear the voice of my Heavenly Father whisper the words King David wrote,
“Those who know your name will trust in you, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you.” (Psalm 9:10 NIV)

I would not need to hear these words if I weren’t embedded. I could not know the realities found in this promise if I hadn’t been here."