Sharing is Caring

Rucksack Full o’ Rocks

Breathe. Be present. Boundaries. Blessing!

I was reading a friend’s wonderful blog post about Transparency, the fruit of the Spirit, and Grace. (You can read it HERE.) She asked this wonderful question at the end: “So, what about you? Are you working to overcome areas where you feel inadequate?” That was the perfect catalyst for me to finish a post I’ve had in my hopper—

“All of us have the same 24 hours in day.”

So true. Those “equal opportunity” hours are made up of minutes. Lots of them. I’ve noticed the minutes are made up of something, too.  Sure, they’re called seconds and marked by the really fast hand on the clock, but that’s not what I’m getting at.

The measure of my too-full minutes is in places and people. I feel the grind of moving from place to place on a busy, all-over-the-map day; the here-there-and-everywhere of my schedule can be wearying. I can take it in stride most of the time, but I know I’ll be exhausted by the end. One thing I do like is that inanimate buildings or locations are never offended by my single-track, task focus and “get in, get out” attitude.

The people are different. I seem to be hard-wired with that “task orientation” focus. To do something for someone can be easier than to be with someone. At its best, focus yields high productivity; and at its worst, people feel steam-rolled. Not good. The other side of that pendulum swing is being present with people to the point of warped empathic connection. Some of their “stuff” gets on me when I’m sitting with them in it, and I can’t seem to keep realistic emotional boundaries. (I’ve really grown in some of this, thankfully!) All this to say, relational connection is hard. I want to be with people, and I want to share the good, bad, and really ugly with those who need it. I want it because I know I need that myself.

Relationships can be sweet and difficult, simultaneously, can’t they? I want to begin to see the people around me as a unique, precious, “in the moment” opportunity. Right now, I’m missing that mark pretty often, and that’s why I think I called this post “Rucksack Full o’ Rocks.” I’m nudged hard to notice the weight of the influence my typical patterns create in others’ lives. It’s heavy knowing I am going into an area of weakness, and I got nothin’. I’m also keenly aware of the weight of relationship.

Breathing, Being Present, Boundaries, and Blessing

If I know anything, I know going into unfamiliar territory or places I’ve lost ground before requires a plan. I’m not usually one to go into anything without a plan (even if it’s my own, prideful one). No plan? Okay, I just won’t go. That’s not going to fly here. If I’m going in, I’m going to be as wise, practical, and biblical as I can. Here are some things I want to begin to think seriously about.

1. Breathe
We’re back to my word for the year, breathe, and it really makes sense here. I don’t need to go into relationships willy-nilly. At break-neck pace, I never actually step outside myself, and I don’t see a single person around me. I definitely bring more chaos than care into the moment, and I’m not listening for the whisper of direction when it’s there. A good way to miss the unique quality in a moment is to speed right through it.

2. Be Present
This one’s a real challenge! The enemy of being present with someone is really found inside of me. When I’m focused on an electronic device, a task, or formulating the perfect response as I’m “listening,” I am not genuinely being with the person in front of me. Jan Johnson wrote a great book I recommend when it comes to this topic. Hidden within the pages of Invitation to the Jesus Life is beautiful wisdom on really being with people. Christ was. I want to be.

3. Boundaries
This is tricky for two reasons. Relationship is about being with others in proximity and in empathy, love, encouragement (you get the idea). Focused attention and actively listening are two pieces of that puzzle I know I want to do well, and I’ve grown in them over the years. That makes me happy. Knowing how to empathize has taken time, and I’m still learning. At least I’m on that road. Taking on others’ “stuff” emotionally as my own is not what healthy relationship looks like. Letting others’ hard situations monopolize my mind, time, or resources definitely isn’t it. And, sometimes love looks like inaction when you’re really choosing not to enable. Whew! Messy stuff, right?

Some thoughts on this area led me to search and see what God might think—

Stone is heavy and sand a burden, but provocation by a fool is heavier than both. Proverbs 27:3 CSB

Short-tempered people must pay their own penalty. If you rescue them once, you will have to do it again. Proverbs 19:19 NLT

“Look, I’m sending you out like sheep among wolves. Therefore be as shrewd as serpents and as harmless as doves. Matthew 10:16 CSB

What good is it, my brothers, if someone says he has faith, but does not have works? Can his faith save him? If a brother or sister is without clothes and lacks daily food, and one of you says to them, “Go in peace, keep warm, and eat well,” but you don’t give them what the body needs, what good is it? In the same way faith, if it doesn’t have works, is dead by itself.  James 2:14-17 

I love the tension in Scripture! The first three examples remind me that people are likely to provoke me, possibly intentionally, in their struggles. The James 2 verses are my reminder that, when it comes to practical needs and follow-through, I have responsibility. Truthfully, some may throw their heavy rocks at me, or I might be tempted to hold them for them. Needs are tricky.

My relational moment I.Q. has got to increase. I want to be aware of what’s taking place and know what I’m called to do. Breathing and being present prepares me for any boundary lines I might need to have. If I am supposed to be with in that moment, I don’t want to miss the opportunity. It’s tough. It’s often inconvenient. But this moment may be something “prepared in advance for [me] to do” (Ephesians 2:10). With appropriate boundaries, I can be with my friend but not be my friend. I can share in the highs and lows, knowing that I can exist in my own emotional space confidently without being “driven” by someone’s trouble for too long. (This is the hardest thing for me, honestly.)

4. Blessing
This can be the fun part of the whole thing. Genesis 16:13 introduces God’s name, El Ro’i, the One who sees. We feel “seen” when one of God’s people notices us, don’t we? It’s a beautiful opportunity any of us can take….

Once I’ve slowed down, given my full attention, and identified the opportunity as a moment to participate in what God is doing, I have amazing freedom! It’s sweet to hear others’ hearts and know it is a gift to listen. It’s wonderful to know I can bless someone with my time, attention, and resources. I can be more free to bless more often when I’m emotionally available, rather than trapped in a depressing cycle of last week’s lows competing with this week’s drama (whether others’ or mine!).

The point is, being in the moment is one of the ways I can be available to the people around me in a genuinely helpful way. Wherever I am, I need to breathe, be with, be appropriate, and then bless. I think that’s practical and wise, and I think it’s how the Church really is the people of God. Then people don’t get lost in the process; the process serves the people.

I want to “get” this! I think freedom from the heavy weight in relationship is in this somewhere. Does this strike a chord with anyone?



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Photo credit: Unknown (It is not my image, but it was a “free” image.)

Invitation to the Jesus Life by Jan Johnson was helpful in understanding the “with” factor in relationship to God and others. I recommend it.

“Me, too…”

A funny thing happens the moment the font pixels hit the blog page. I want to give thoughts, emotions, and my story wings. I send the words out and, if I’m honest, hope they land on someone’s screen, comfortably settling in to evoke something in their world. Just me? I doubt it.

This blog never had pretentious goals. If you’ve read my About Fragrant Grace page, you know it’s not about me “performing” for anyone.

Then something unexpected happens.

I share something. It might be funny, flowery, or really raw—

Someone whispers a barely audible, “Me, too…”

Want to see a fairly emotionally reserved woman begin to soften? Want to see her puddle? Tell her she’s not alone. Tell her she has company in the pit. Or on the summit. It won’t matter if it’s the valley low or the mountain high, probably. In that instant there is connection in the emotionally-charged experience. Isn’t that what we crave? I lean intellectual pretty often. I love to “know stuff.”  But, there is nothing more precious than being “known” in a deep, connected way.

There’s something in empathy:


n.   1. the intellectual identification with or vicarious experiencing of the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of another. *

There’s something different in sympathy:


n.  1. harmony of or agreement in feeling, as between persons or on the part of one person with respect to another. 2. the harmony of feeling naturally existing between persons of like tastes or opinion or of congenial dispositions. 3. the fact or power of sharing the feelings of another, especially in sorrow or trouble; fellow feeling, compassion, or commiseration. *

I always appreciate the empathetic response. I do! But, I hold a special place in my heart for the quiet, maybe shaky, sympathetic “Me, too.” Do you?

To those who extend precious empathy, thank you. To the few, the brave, the “Me, toos” in my world—you are brave, and I appreciate you more than you know. Keep whispering—quietly, if you have to—but keep doing it. Build stunningly beautiful connection with glistening diamond emotional bridges between you and others.

We can all be brave together.



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We Beautiful, Rowdy Prisoners (A Shared Video)

I realized how little explanation I offered when I first “pressed” this video to share with you. I know I could write so much about how this speaks to my own heart (even has portions of my own story threads woven in, from what I can tell). It may speak differently to yours. But, I encourage you to consider Glennon’s key point. Simply, grace is grace!  If there is anything I can get stuck on, hung up on, or choke on—it’s the simplicity of grace.

The “thinker” in me needs to back off some days…and I just need to dance because of grace, sweet, fragrant grace.

We Beautiful, Rowdy Prisoners.

You simply must see this! Beautiful, beautiful grace!