Years ago I heard a James Dobson show that explored the differences between the nature of men and women, and why they struggle so with each other.
Men, are fixers, he said. For that reason, when a woman talks about what's bothering her, he's just sitting there asking, 'So what can I do to make it go away? How can I fix it?' But when he asks her along these lines, she gets upset.
'Well why did you tell me?' he might complain. 'I just wanted you to listen to me.' she might respond.
Now, if she had been talking to another female, Dobson aserts, she would have offered her nothing more than sympathy, and they both would've been fine with that - no solution offered at all. Women instinctively know this. They just want to talk it out. (By the way, I found out to my initial dismay, women can get on the phone and have absolutely nothing to talk about, but virtually bring you into their house and life as if you were standing there - weird, but cute now that I know this).
So I guess I'm just feeling my own feminine side when I think to myself, 'I want to post something, but if someone comes back at me with some super spiritual lecture meant to convict or condemn me that I'm not living up to Christ's will for my life, I'll gag and yank my modem out of the wall!'
I honestly don't know what I want. I don't want to be alone, but I'm not really looking for a solution. I don't feel that anyone can answer my need. I've prayed so many times today, as every day, and yet I feel so empty, and dolorous I could just do like Woody Allen in 'Ants', and 'curl up in a larval position and weep!'
I feel guilt, so much guilt. I feel disappointment and shame, a lot because when I complain of my hurt to God, my mind fills with pictures and stories of people the world wide who are really, really suffering horribly, and I'm not sharing it with them, or in their places, nor am I able to do a darn thing for them. I feel it's so unfair and unequal.
Then I feel that I'm not being used of God, and I haven't arrived at that deep, lofty level of discipleship that I know is up there, and more than I've ever known. I'm not being really filled with the Spirit.
I feel an emptiness and hurt I can't explain, simply because I'm here, and God's there, and he won't even let me take my own life so I can be with Him now. This just means he has more work here and now, but what? Don't answer that. You really don't know. You may think you do, but I know that only God knows what specifically he wills for me, just like you.
Anyway, maybe I'm just wanting to be heard. When is Jesus coming back?
Men, are fixers, he said. For that reason, when a woman talks about what's bothering her, he's just sitting there asking, 'So what can I do to make it go away? How can I fix it?' But when he asks her along these lines, she gets upset.
'Well why did you tell me?' he might complain. 'I just wanted you to listen to me.' she might respond.
Now, if she had been talking to another female, Dobson aserts, she would have offered her nothing more than sympathy, and they both would've been fine with that - no solution offered at all. Women instinctively know this. They just want to talk it out. (By the way, I found out to my initial dismay, women can get on the phone and have absolutely nothing to talk about, but virtually bring you into their house and life as if you were standing there - weird, but cute now that I know this).
So I guess I'm just feeling my own feminine side when I think to myself, 'I want to post something, but if someone comes back at me with some super spiritual lecture meant to convict or condemn me that I'm not living up to Christ's will for my life, I'll gag and yank my modem out of the wall!'
I honestly don't know what I want. I don't want to be alone, but I'm not really looking for a solution. I don't feel that anyone can answer my need. I've prayed so many times today, as every day, and yet I feel so empty, and dolorous I could just do like Woody Allen in 'Ants', and 'curl up in a larval position and weep!'
I feel guilt, so much guilt. I feel disappointment and shame, a lot because when I complain of my hurt to God, my mind fills with pictures and stories of people the world wide who are really, really suffering horribly, and I'm not sharing it with them, or in their places, nor am I able to do a darn thing for them. I feel it's so unfair and unequal.
Then I feel that I'm not being used of God, and I haven't arrived at that deep, lofty level of discipleship that I know is up there, and more than I've ever known. I'm not being really filled with the Spirit.
I feel an emptiness and hurt I can't explain, simply because I'm here, and God's there, and he won't even let me take my own life so I can be with Him now. This just means he has more work here and now, but what? Don't answer that. You really don't know. You may think you do, but I know that only God knows what specifically he wills for me, just like you.
Anyway, maybe I'm just wanting to be heard. When is Jesus coming back?