How are you?
Ever feel like that is a very loaded question? So simple, and if we (and when I say we, I mean me) wanted to be honest, the answer would be something like this:
Whine whine whine, bitch bitch bitch, petty other crap that keeps cropping up, feeling insecure, feeling unloved, and other random shit that just speaking frankly, DOES NOT MATTER in the big picture of it all.
Fear: I am becoming the needy friend, the drama queen my mother always told me I was. Sarcastic Lutheran posted brilliantly about this the other day, in her post The Problem With Christian Love. I keep going back to that post, because I am not only the one who is annoyed, but I am the annoyee.
Reality: I will not be that person. I will tell myself over and over and over , until I begin to believe it. Ok – lets try this one more time:
How are you?
Answer: Fan-freakin-tastic, delighted to have been given one more day. I am wonderful, I am blessed, and I am loved. How are YOU?
Some of your children are extremely irritating and honestly, difficult
to love. I don’t really want to be around these people, but know that I
am called to reflect your love to them. This is really gonna need to
come from you. Pony up the extra measure if you don’t mind, because
I’ve got nothin’. Remind me that you, and not my personality, are my
source, and that that is an endless source.