We were having friends over for lunch and each room looked pleasing. A few days earlier an interior decorator came and one of the things she said that our home needed was more texture (throws and pillows), height (stacking objects and books on coffee tables) and more interesting bookshelves. Last night we began watching the HBO series Chernobyl and the intensity was just what I needed to begin rearranging 400 books in our bookshelves because there was no way my body could sit still and watch the agony unfolding as it did in 1988.
Our guests would be arriving any minute. The meal was prepared and the table set and I nonchalantly asked my husband if he minded putting away his things in his corner of the kitchen. Chaos looms large in his corner. I was tempted to neatly stack everything and put it in his hallway closet. (That’s right, the entire hallway closet is his for the myriad of gear his life requires.) But sometimes that causes problems so it seemed safer, and more honoring, to ask him to put his papers and books away.
He appeared irritated but I could tell he was going to concede. He asked, “Why does your need for order supersede my proclivity to chaos?” He wasn’t setting us up for a brawl, yet he seemed intrigued to know why my desire for peace and order before guests arrive was more important than his bizarrely-organized piles? Seriously? We have been married forty-two years and he knows that I have always desired order. I can own that “my disorder” to have order is, indeed, a deficiency, but something else was playing out. How can I guard my heart and honor my husband’s question? Why does my desire out trump his? It is too easy either to give in and avoid conflict or rise up and ask for what I would like. And sometimes it is too much energy to ask and then I become passive aggressive.
There has to be a third-way. The gospel has always been called the via media, the Latin phrase meaning “the middle-way.” The kingdom of God is not the right or the left, capitalism or communism, open borders or closed borders. When I read or see passion in our day it is usually spent opposing or defending Trump or conservative or liberal politics.
In my opposition to whatever side I oppose, I feel my passion rise to the level and slightly above my adversary. Initially, it wasn’t that different when my husband posed his question. If there is a single dark shadow over my inner world at the moment it is defensiveness.
My family of origin was the setting for me to learn how to defend since every situation could escalate into a capital offense. This skill was honed at an early age and was extremely useful and wise to keep from being drowned. Now it only diverts me from honesty and engagement.
I want to be curious instead of right and open rather than working to avoid being wrong. I don’t have to be suited up with armor as I walk through each day. I am tired of that weight.
To this day, Dan will say, “Becky, I wasn’t asking you to defend yourself, I just was curious. I love his invitation to explore what we don’t yet understand and it frees my heart to follow barely visible tracks in my heart that have yet to be followed. My heart, like yours, is a largely unexplored wild place teeming with life and possibility, while also being a tangled dark jungle.
We are meant to tend to our terrain with tender and wise gardening care. Guarding my heart is not an exercise in avoiding conflict or disruption with others. Instead, it is choosing to stand against whatever leads my heart to shut down in defensiveness. My passion cannot be bound merely to what I oppose even if I think my stance is correct. If I guard my heart well, then when I feel the urge to defend, explain, or justify, I can enter the terrain of what I fear with tender sorrow rather than rigid anger.
After doing a lot of reflection and prayer, I still told him to square up his chaos and keep my counter clean.
I, perhaps like your husband, have a high tolerance for chaos in my living and working spaces. I think of it as the outer manifestation of my inner life. My brain is overactive, I tend to multi-task and I am the queen of unfinished projects. At some point I realized that those in my life who crave order and neatness are bothered more by my chaos than I am by their order. That helped me to try to accommodate their need for order and to straighten up my corners of the world.
Madeline – you are so wise – I loved the line your wrote: “At some point I realized that those in my life who crave order and neatness are bothered more by my chaos than I am by their order.”
Barbara, that’s what I thought too!
Madeline, that just, again, shows what a wonderful friend you are to so many. We are a mysterious mix…our human race! Thanks for commenting.
Madeline, you are an amazing friend. For you to acknowledge that validates everything I have sensed about you. Human beings are certainly complex!! Thanks for responding.
I feel your invitation to drop of the armor of “rightness” and I needed that invitation today. We are in the middle of moving and nothing reveals mine and Carl’s “ways” of ordering stuff like this move is. I need the middle way more than ever before. I also hear the invitation to not elevate the conflict in the political arena. How deeply wise you are. Thank you for this.
Shandee….I have been praying and thinking of your entire family. Moving is SO HUGE!!!! I am happy for what’s ahead for everyone.
Hi Becky – I LOVED this. I think we may be sisters who were separated at birth and are just now finding each other. Ha ha. My husband and I have these same conversations. I crave order, he doesn’t mind a little chaos. I’m trying hard to not demand order – but sometimes when my life is spiraling out of control – I do demand it. The “via media” – the middle way was so enlightening. The lines, “I love his invitation to explore what we don’t yet understand and it frees my heart to follow barely visible tracks in my heart that have yet to be followed,” seemed so tender and yet profound. I, too, want to follow the barely visible tracks in my heart. Thank you for writing and sharing a small slice of your life with us. Blessings to you this day!!!
Thank you Barbara! We can all be so much kinder to ourselves with our curiosity of “our tracks in our hearts.” Blessings to you this day too.
I love every part of this and have taken notes of specific excerpts into my journal for more reflection now, and quick reference in the future. My favorite part? The ending. Ha!!!!! Thank you for your insight and candor…and your ability to stand in what you need so please deal with your piles before our guests come thank you very much.
Lacey, you are so welcome! Yes…I like the joy that last line brought too! Thank you for responding.
“If I guard my heart well, then when I feel the urge to defend, explain, or justify, I can enter the terrain of what I fear with tender sorrow rather than rigid anger.” This right here!!!! The third way… how many broken relationships would have remained … if only we search for the third way!!
Ro, thanks. I agree with the angels,….they stand back and are amazed at our perilous journey each one of us is one. Most everyone I know lives hard lives and often they are just too hard on themselves. Tenderness….who knows where that will allow us to go. Hugs from me to you….
Oh, Becky! I love this. My heart quivers with identification as I read. I am so quick to defend…and am slowly, slowly learning to listen to all the words. I’m so prone to listen only to the ones my brain seizes with alarm. Thank you for this offering. Love to you and Dan.
Thank you Christine…you encourage me this day as I respond….sometimes I feel like I am the only “slow learner” to get a handle on my defensive responses….