I began this post in early 2020 just before the Covid-19 lockdown. Life got crazy for the world, including me, and only now have I had the mind to return to my blog. This is what I wrote:
Open your hands to receive love.
What an uncomfortable challenge I’ve been getting from the Lord in regards to my interactions with men to whom I’m attracted.
The message: my all-or-nothing mentality has prevented me from receiving love and He wants my hands to be open to receiving in ways I’ve not considered.
Basically, it’s been a lesson in letting go of my thoughts of, “What’s the point in sharing something with someone if it isn’t permanent? Why would I invest my heart into caring for someone with whom I don’t see a future? Why would I flirt with someone if it’s only for a moment in a Meisner exercise?”
Somehow I’ve lived my life until now with very little appreciation for a beautiful moment you can share with someone as is…specifically when it comes to flirtatious, sexual, or romantic moments. Platonically I’ve been able to accept and receive from others and not need it to mean more, but when it comes to romance and attraction my walls have been very high.
Since the pain of what I went through with George and Lara, I made a vow to not let myself have feelings for someone unless he gives me reason to. Honestly, I did stick with this mentality to a certain extent. I began to check my infatuation tendencies and only let myself be “interested” and not full-on mooning after someone. And even before then I would only consider people with whom I saw a future.
I’ve always been very reluctant to let my heart get involved and go through pain “unnecessarily.” Thus the frequent thought, “What’s the point,” if I found myself entertaining the idea of me with a man I didn’t view as someone I would ultimately marry… AKA all or nothing. However, this mentality also had kept me from being friends with guys I’m attracted to. Basically I boxed myself in with the subconscious rules:
A) he has to give me a reason (which means I’m no longer wasting time on someone who hasn’t shown interest) so I’m not going to let myself get close unless he does
B) I don’t want to “waste time” on someone I do not see a future with
C) romantic, sexual attraction interaction, or most flirting is a “waste of time and energy” and “doesn’t mean anything” if there is no future.
Now that I see it in words I understand just how high and solid my walls have been. The walls only reinforced the false beliefs that men just aren’t interested. I mean…really…what can get through that!?
The Lord is showing me, vastly through my Meisner class, the value of a moment is in the ability to fully embrace a gift for what it is in that moment. I’ve been able to receive gifts of love that I never would have been able to before.
A few posts ago I wrote about identifying and healing a big childhood wound that greatly affected my relationships to men. From the next day on I felt different, so free and willing to engage with men. I noticed that my small crush on a guy in my Meisner class, Shakespeare, was not one sided, and instead of talking myself out of what I was picking up,
…and…Completing the sentence two years later…
I accepted it and enjoyed the excitement that we were EQUALLY FEELIN EACH OTHER!
I wish I’d managed to write down all the details at the time. I’ll probably only remember the highlight–oh who am I kidding you’re gettin the whole story!
It’s a cold January night in 2020, I give him a ride to the train station after class. At the time I am struggling to find a job and not really making ends meet, and he tells me a story that includes Waffle House. I tell him he’s got to stop mentioning waffles because I’m so hungry and have no money to buy even a waffle. He tells me he’ll buy me a waffle next week after class. He leaves. I grin all the way home. I’m going out with Shakespeare!
The week in-between is a trip to crazy-town for my emotions. I’m suddenly plagued with lust as my body senses that I’m actually going out with someone I’m actually very attracted to and if I wanted to maybe get some I actually probably could. I drive myself nuts because I can’t stop fantasizing. I start to get scared.
God, I’m out of control! What is this! Make it stop! I don’t want to think of him this way and I don’t want to just use him.
I’m worried that my carnal nature is going to hop in the driver’s seat and ruin everything. At church, the Lord speaks through the sermon and the voice of the Holy Spirit. He tells me that the opposite of objectifying Shakespeare is purposefully viewing him through God’s eyes and focusing on caring about him as a person during those moments. Since I truly already do care about Shakespear, it helps and the beast backs off.
I’m also a little nervous about my emotional dysfunction being in the driver’s seat. I don’t want to just use him to make me feel good about myself. I don’t want to merge, or for my savior complex to take over. The guy needs love. He has not had an easy life and yet he’s tender and kind-hearted. Knowing this makes me want to gather him up in my arms and love all his pain away. I know that’s not a healthy motive either.
I just want a good experience. I want to be healthy, selfless, and to just have a fun dinner together without Carnal or Dysfunction messing it up.
The Lord tells me that He knows this, and my fears are not unfounded, but to remember that He’ll be there with me the whole time.
Next week at class I’m so nervous. I’m curious what Shakespeare will wear. Most of the time he’s in jeans and a zip-up hoodie. Will he have put in an effort? Does he consider this waffle to be a date or is it a friendly pity waffle? I certainly put in an effort.
The man enters looking clean, fresh, put-together, sharp, and HANDSOME! Not a zip-up hoodie in sight.
Teacher puts us up there together. The evening gets tense! I’m more advanced in Meisner and he still has some hangups and can get too involved in his own feelings that he stops working off the other person (aka: me!). I’m being truthful, which includes the fact that he’s making me nervous because I’m attracted to him, to which he doesn’t know how to respond, so it’s just embarrassing. Then, in the last exercise of the night, he and I have a conflict which blessedly ends in him hugging me in a swoon-worthy embrace that I desperately needed. [insert girly sigh here]
So after that super intense class we go to the illustrious House of Waffles. I’ve been praying all night but now more than ever. I can hear Jesus’ reassuring voice.
As we talk and eat, Carnal thoughts start to creep in, but as they do the Presence of the LORD fades into my awareness. Jesus is sitting next to me the whole time but when the thoughts start He’s so present He’s visible to my mind’s eye. Becoming aware of Him clues me into what’s up. I’m able to catch my Carnal thoughts and focus on Shakespeare as a person, to actually listen to what he’s saying from a place of care.
As he shares some truly sad stories from his life, Dysfunction starts to whisper. Vooooooom. Jesus is next to me turning up the volume on His PRESENCE.
Oh. Right, Jesus. Caring. Not saving. Thank you.
Jesus joins the conversation but only in my awareness. A couple of times He says some hilarious things and I have to repress the smile and laughter. At other times He conveys how much He cares for Shakespeare which makes it easier for me to view him with genuine love.
This is so crazy, Jesus. If he knew what was happening right now from my perspective he would think I’m insane.
But it is also amazing.
By the end of the meal I can feel a platonic vibe between Shakespeare and I. Probably because I didn’t indulge either Carnal or Dysfunction (and I suspect he likes the Dysfunction part because he plays up the pity stuff a LOT…I think it might be his move). And I am completely okay with it being platonic.
As I drive, Jesus asks me how it was. I tell Him it was so nice to be taken out, and to share a meal with someone I don’t have to try to convince myself I could be attracted to (the case with every guy I’ve dated) but it’s just there and I am. And it was nice to just get to know someone better, flirt a little, and eat a fricken waffle. And even though he isn’t the kind of man I want to marry, spending the time with him was not at all a waste. It was a gift that added to my life and I’m so glad I did. I don’t have to think that way any longer.
As I pulled into my driveway Jesus had more to say.
All your fears before-hand, about going on a date with someone you know you wouldn’t marry, about if you should reconsider kissing someone because of the commitment you made at 18, about waiting for certain things vs not missing out…all of these debates and anxiety are because of the fear of regret. You are trying to make decisions based on not wanting to regret your choices. You ask, “Will I regret kissing someone or will I regret not kissing someone?” Either way you choose, it’s fear-driven. But I have not given you a spirit of fear.
So what should drive me?
I know you love me. And I know that you are capable of operating out of your most genuine self. You chose tonight to operate out of the real you, the Ace that genuinely wants what’s best for Shakespeare. That’s who you really are. And YOU can trust yourself to rely on me and operate truly when you are faced with those decisions.
If an opportunity comes for you to kiss someone, trust that you will do it because you want to and so you won’t regret it because the real you, who loves me, wants to. Or trust that that you won’t because you genuinely don’t want to and so you won’t regret it. If it’s genuine, how can there be regret?
Woah.
My eyes were opened to a whole life trying to make rules to keep myself safe from regret. Just another layer of the same old performance, just another place God exposes cleverly-hidden fear and control-seeking defense mechanisms. The alternative: trust. Trust in God, in my relationship with God, in who He made me to be, and in my relationship with myself that I can know what I want and what is right for me because I have Him.
I am someone who struggles with self-doubt, who is way too scared of making mistakes, and as a result I think I’ve missed out on many things that could have been. And you know what, looking back I have some regrets of paths untaken due to fear…and I’m okay with that regret. It really isn’t the worst thing. Because resilience is a better trait than perfection, and it operates with grace. Perfectionism operates with fear. A resilient person is free to love and feel and fall and hurt and heal. Resilience allows for an open heart that can receive gifts of love that a person paralyzed with perfectionism just can’t. I’m learning resilience.
I won’t lie. I’ve lived my life hiding because of that fear. Stepping out, being seen, is still scary sometimes. Mostly because, as soon as I began to break through those fears and heal from past wounds, as soon as my confidence began to skyrocket and I opened up to new experiences with the belief that men find me attractive…BAM the quarantine happened. I’ve barely been able to operate in that newfound belief for two years because I’ve barely had the opportunity to interact with single men. Heck, I’ve hardly had any sort of social life for a while. At first I stuck closely with my pod for work, and then many of the social things I was part of disintegrated due to the pandemic. I’m now praying and actively looking to expand my life in the direction the Lord leads.
I might have a couple of stories from the past two years, but for the most part I’m once again in what feels like Rapunzel’s tower and it’s frustrating. The only thing I can figure, as far as my love-life goes, is that God kept me from other relationships because Husband is praying that would be the case. Whenever he shows up (and I do believe he will and hope hope hope it will be soon) I’ll have a bone to pick with him.
I know that these years have not been for nothing. I’ve been able to build some for myself, work towards goals, and, in the extremely rare instance I have interacted with attractive men during these years, I’m too over being single to care to get nervous. I just enjoy it!
So, in summary:
- Jesus will go on dates with you and, through the Holy Spirit, can help you overcome your flesh. It is possible to date without having to be legalistic if you submit to Him and ask Him for help. He delights in that kind of trust and, honestly, my date with Shakespeare was an amazing experience with Jesus.
- You don’t have to operate under the fear of regret. Doing so is a form of perfectionism and control. Instead, you can trust that the Holy Spirit will guide you if you let Him in, and trust you can know what is right for you if you do. Don’t let fear of making mistakes keep you from receiving love. A moment shared with someone isn’t a waste if it ends up only being that moment.
- I’m so ready for social opportunities again! I miss having community. Please pray for direction, clarity, and courage for the next steps God has for me.
- Pray that I can get out of the tower soon. I am surrendered to the Lord, but also He tells us to ask so I’m asking. Please Lord, bring Husband to get me or let me out of here. The date with Shakespeare was the first one in years and the last one in years. I want to go on a date soon!
Thanks for reading, peeps. Hope you are well and love you! 🙂