Blind Spots
I was scared this week- really, really scared. I saw something that so frightened me, it threw me back and stopped me cold in my tracks. What I saw was ugly, threatening and dangerous. It was large, intimidating and daunting. “What was it?” you ask. Spots! I saw spots.
Oh, I have seen spots before that have freaked me out- AGE spots… well just one, but it was there and its presence was horrifying. But I digress… It wasn’t age spots this time that floored me. I have seen other spots too; sore spots, weak spots and soft spots but none of them shook me like what I saw this past week. I saw BLIND spots. A rare occurrence indeed!
Blind spots don’t show up very often. They hide, camouflaged nicely in their environment. But this day it was there, right out in the open- a visible sighting. I should probably mention that the blind spot I observed wasn’t my own- perhaps that is why I was able to see it. Blind spots by nature are hard to detect when they belong to you. They are much more evident to the onlooker. And that’s what I saw that scared me so -a blind spot in the life of another, yet clearly observed by friends and family. The scary part, however, was not that a blind spot appeared out of the thicket of her life, for we are all armed with the knowledge that we have them. At least we should be. We may not know what it looks like- how spooky, distorted or obnoxious our blind spot may be- but we better be aware that it is there, lurking around in the secret places, showing itself to others but keeping us safely in the dark. No, the truly terrifying part was that what was clearly tangible to us was completely invisible to her.
Now I know that spots are sneaky. One minute they are there- visible, touchable, noticeable- and the next minute they fade away, leaving you to wonder if you really saw them or felt them. That’s the assignment of spots; Get in and get out as quickly as you can.” But that day those blind spots were sluggish and they stayed around and stayed around until it was so blatantly obvious something had to be done. So we tried. We tried to carefully uncover those blind spots and bring them to her attention. You see, once a blind spot is revealed to its possessor, it becomes declawed, and moves into a new category of spots called “weak spots I am working on.” That was simply the goal that day- to help someone see that her blind spot was destroying her life, her relationships and her successes. Such havoc this blind spot was creating! It had to be harnessed and captured. It had to be tamed.
What happened next was frightening. You have never heard such a clamor. Let’s just say the introduction did NOT go well; “Owner this is your blind spot, Blind spot this is your owner.” There was definitely no love connection here. The introduction was met with intense rejection, denial and great hostility. It was instantly dismissed as our problem. We were informed that this was our distortion and insanity. No merit was given to this blind spot at all. Instead we were written off for even daring to escort it to her conscience. We were dissed on all fronts- dismissed, disrespected, and disbelieved. Had we not quickly gotten out of there, we may have been dismembered as well. Yes, I was scared. Scared for her and her future of course, but more scared for myself. “What are my spots like?” I shuddered to think. I left there determined. “I want to see my blind spots,” I decided. “I don’t care how ugly they are or how many they have grown into, I WANT to see them.” (Blind spots travel in packs if left unnoticed.)
I still feel that way. I want to know how I am perceived. I want to know what others see that I am blind to. I know it will take the eyes of others to catch my spots. But I want to know, no matter how vicious they may be. It will take the willingness of a few brave souls to make the introduction, but I am ready. I can only become better for it, more refined and less abrasive.
I can’t live with the notion that I am spot-free, and neither can you. Why not take the challenge and invite a few faithful friends to be on the lookout for your spots? Don’t let fear or pride stop you from becoming better. Do it now, before you get “voted off” the island! Here’s to happy hunting.
How to catch a blind spot
Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but the kisses of an enemy are lavish and deceitful.
Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry…
My son , if you accept my words and store up my commands within you, turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to understanding, and if you call out for insight and cry aloud for understanding, and if you look for it as for silver and search for it as for hidden treasure, then you will understand the fear of the LORD and find the knowledge of God. For the LORD gives wisdom, and from his mouth come knowledge and understanding.
Guarding the Wound
I love my Jack Russell Terror – I mean Terrier. Her boundless energy and spunk keep me on my toes and her mischievous antics make me laugh – even when I’m trying to discipline her. She is definitely full of personality, possessing the spirit of a pre-school toddler. I love that about her. That is until recently. Something happened to temporarily change my appreciation of her joie de vivre!
I slowly hobbled into the house, every muscle on my body hurting. I was released from the hospital after undergoing a major surgery and it felt good to be home. I grabbed my down comforter, wrapped it tightly around me like a burrito and began to melt beneath its warmth. No sooner had I started to drift off into a nice sleep when it was abruptly interrupted. The front door opened and a shot of lightning flashed by me. It was O’Reilly my Jack Russell. She soared into the living room where I was nursing my wounds and skyrocketed right for me like a heat seeking missile.
In an instant I assumed the fetal position. I promptly curled up in ball to protect my fresh wounds. I felt vulnerable and her presence was threatening to the pain I was already experiencing. I didn’t find her funny, amusing or cute in that moment, but dangerous and a potential inflictor of more damage! She was way too close to my pain- too near to the wound to be trusted and I instinctively made a wall of protection around myself.
That’s when the revelation came. “How similar is this to what we do emotionally and spiritually, I dared to reflect?” This experience in the natural gave me insight into what can happen to us in the emotional realm when hurt and pain has left us wounded and feeling vulnerable. Instead of enjoying the life and zeal of those around us, we often tend to become avoidant, steering clear of human interaction.
I thought about Heather. She seems to be a nice and confident girl. She is able to communicate through writing and texting, but in person she completely withdraws. The message she broadcasts with her body language screams loudly, “Stay away from me.” She intentionally rejects any display of warmth while in person, yet later through writing she will open up.
I also thought of Brenda. Brenda is shy yet friendly, until the spotlight is on her. Then she coils up and walls off like Fort Knox. No way are you getting inside of her defense system!
What’s wrong? Could it be these women are actually in secret duress? I have come to learn that emotional and spiritual pain is often misunderstood and hard to detect. We may think someone is being rude or anti-social, when the reality is we may be coming too close to their wound. Maybe a probing question, an invite for friendship or even a casual hello feels like a fearful and threatening intrusion to the one who is isolating, trying to recover from an emotional wound. Instead of seeing caring individuals as a comfort, injured souls are afraid and threatened with the presence of someone who may come close enough to see through their defense system into their pain. Although the Body of Christ is exactly what we need to heal, the truth is, when we are hurting we often curl up into an impenetrable ball of steel and isolate, keeping ourselves safely out of “harm’s way.”
In my case with O’Reilly my protective mode was instinctive and needed to protect me from a deeper wound, but in many other cases this protective posture probably serves to only increase the pain since God has given us relationships as a way of becoming whole. Guarding the wound and withdrawing from others is seldom the way to find healing.
James 5:16 says, “Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. (Italics mine) The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective. NIV
When we are willing to let our guard down and selectively and wisely allow someone into our pain and hurt, we are on our way to healing and wholeness. The prayers, counsel and encouragement we find as a result of sharing are powerful keys to freedom and healing. God has made us to need each other- an indisputable fact no matter how uncomfortable it may feel to open up and become transparent! When we share the burden of our soul with another, we will find release and rest from the anxiety that secrecy and fear create. But we also fulfill the heart of Christ, who desires us to walk with each other in this life.
Gal 6:2 “Carry each other's burdens , and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.” NIV
Now that my wounds are healed, I am back to loving the life and energy I find in O’Reilly and I eagerly join in the relentless game of Frisbee- to which there is no end! And in that moment my soul smiles because I am aware that healing has come and I am free to fully engage in life’s adventures. This is what God has in mind for all of us- when we receive our emotional and spiritual healing, we will possess a soul smile, for once again we will fully and completely absorb life, enjoying the perfect love of God – which by the way is also RELENTLESS!
1. Buy stuff off of "Home Shopping Network."
2. Load the silverware in the dishwasher with care – spoons with spoons, forks with forks, knives with knives. You get it.
3. Have a clue about coupons and watch for sales in the paper.
4. Buy stuff off of QVC.
5. Sew buttons on clothes instead of using safety pins.
6. Watch Family Feud – a lot.
7. Learn to Twitter and Skype.
8. Hang up clothes on more days than just Friday.
9. Organize your sewing box and enjoy looking at 50 year old buttons and needles.
10. Learn what QVC stands for – Quality, Value and Convenience.
11. Find stuff in your closet you forgot you had. Some with tags still on them.
12. Organize the condiments in your fridge.
13. Have more than condiments in your fridge- lots of casseroles from friends.
14. Actually appreciate and WANT a Snuggie!
15. Read and enjoy junk mail.
16. Start believing that a sweat suit is an “outfit” if I just add a necklace.
17. Take silly surveys on FaceBook.
18. Put your dog on weight watchers.
19. Find out you shouldn’t load the silverware in the dishwasher spoon with spoon, knife with knife because they hug each other and don’t get thoroughly clean.
20. Decide Drew Carey is a horrible replacement for Bob Barker on the “Price is Right” and go back to work early!