I have a confession to make: Sometimes when I’m talking to my children about something particularly amusing or ridiculous, I project a little louder for other people to hear.
“You learned about how Jesus will heal as long as we cut a holes in the roof? Wow that’s crazy!”
(big look around to see if anyone else heard that and wants to exchange a grown up eye with me as I ignore the child trying to talk to me about God… <facesmack>)
And sometimes I do this with my husband, especially at parties or social gatherings. If we say something funny together I’ll dump him to go tell other, new-shiny people about it.
And sometimes I do this with my friends
And very often I do this online.
And when I do this, you know what I’m saying? Dear person I’m actually talking to: You’re not enough, I need a larger, more important audience. Others matter more than what’s going on between us.
My need to be noticed trumps what we are sharing in this moment.
It took a season of therapy and a good hard look to realize that the heart of this problem is this: So often I worry about who isn’t listening and miss out on who is, because I’m valuing the wrong things.
We all do this in life, don’t we? Come on, please normalize this with me so I don’t feel like such a jerk…
We’re chatting with our friends, our people and across the room or the twittersphere when we spot someone we wish we were friends with, chatting with a crowd we wish we ran with and we feel… jealous and small and less than… maybe even crummy and insignificant.
Why? Because we want to be noticed and successful. It’s perfectly normal… but if we’re not careful it can become utterly consuming. And we should be careful.
We should be careful with the people we’ve been entrusted with, the audience we’ve been given.
Because odds are that if you look around, you’re already as noticed and significant as you need to be.
Let me give you an example that will potentially make you hate me and burn my blog in anger (I don’t know how that would work, just go with it):
Sometimes when a new person responds to me on twitter I go to check their profile.
Not a big confession, Normal right?
What am I looking for you ask?
Am I trying to see if we have common interests and beliefs?
Nope. I’m checking to see how many followers they have to figure out how much time and attention I should give them.
I know, I know. Awful. But I swear It’s getting better…
Why? I’ve stopped worrying about who’s not listening and started loving everyone who is.
I actually remember the exact day that this switch flipped. I got put off by an acquaintance online, someone who didn’t do anything wrong but who, through inaction left me with a wound.
I literally looked at myself in the toothpaste covered bathroom mirror and yelled. “What (name of person) thinks doesn’t even matter! I have people, good people and what (he/she) does or doesn’t think of me doesn’t get anymore airtime in my brain or my time.”
Then I talked about it at therapy. A lot. I talked about how I want to intentionally cultivate depth with the people I’ve been given (gifts each one!) and how badly I needed to stop worrying about who wasn’t paying attention to me.
Then over dishes about a week later I received some news from God. The kind that just pops into your mind and feels at home, like sweet mind-truth, life giving and free.
“I’ve given you exactly the influence needed, the people you were meant to tend and grow. Love them well and forget the rest.”
And so it was that I learned to love my people, my place in this world. Not in a passive way, but in an active, daily choosing that leaves me feeling full of life and peace.
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