What Did I Learn About Myself? How Hidden Beliefs Shape the Way We See the World

NOTE: Hi Everyone! 

Just so we’re all on the same page, this article is part 2 of a 4-part series. Since each lesson builds upon what the previous article laid out, I hope you’ll go back to “Look for the Thread” (part 1) before moving forward. It can be found in the right-hand column of the BTBAB home page. 

Last week, I asked you to look for the threads.

Not to pull your whole life’s blanket apart.

Not to go digging through your childhood looking for something “terrible” that happened.

I simply asked you to notice the way your body responds to outside stimuli. 

A phrase you say when you’re overwhelmed.

A reaction that seems bigger than the moment.

A feeling that seems strangely familiar.

A little voice inside you that says:

“See? There it is again.”

Because once we begin noticing the threads, we can ask a deeper question:

What am I learning about myself?

And perhaps even more importantly:

Is how I interpreted my life experiences eons ago still influencing the way I experience the world now?

Think about my third-grade kickball story from last week.

I wasn’t delusional. Even as a young kid, I knew I wasn’t great at kickball. But I still wanted to play— to be included. To be chosen. 

So, when player after player was chosen, while I still stood there, waiting—hoping— it hurt. I was acutely aware that my peers didn’t think I brought much value to the table. 

I was embarrassed. And… I remember feeling very… small. 

The moment itself lasted only a few minutes. Recess ended. I went home. Life moved on. At first glance, it didn’t seem like a big deal. 

But a while back, I felt prodded to ask myself the question: what might a little girl carry forward from something like that?

Maybe nothing.

Or maybe she interpreted the experience as:

I’m not the one people want.

Other people are better than me.

I have to prove myself.

I have to work harder to be chosen.

I’m going to be overlooked.

Maybe even, “Stepping out to try new things will lead to disappointment and maybe even humiliation. It’s safer to not try!”

Notice that I didn’t say, “She learned she wasn’t wanted.”

Now let me be perfectly clear. The experience was real. The hurt was real.

But the conclusion she drew from it was an interpretation.

And interpretations aren’t necessarily absolute truth.

Especially when we’re young, we can come up with answers that make perfect sense to a child—but don’t necessarily tell the whole truth.

A child doesn’t have the perspective or life experience of an adult. She simply knows:

Something happened.

It hurt.

I need to understand why.

And sometimes the explanation she creates becomes a “thread”. A small piece of a growing manifesto that slowly becomes her operation manual. 


When a Thread Becomes a Lens

Here’s where things get really interesting.

The thread doesn’t just affect how I see myself.

It affects what I expect to find in the world.

Imagine a woman who interpreted an experience as:

I’m not the one people choose.

Years later, a friend forgets to invite her on an outing.

It hurts.

But something deeper may whisper:

“See? There it is again.”

Someone else gets the promotion.

“See? There it is again.”

A group makes plans without her.

“See? There it is again.”

Someone chooses somebody else.

“See? There it is again.”

Now, this does not mean she imagined those things.

It doesn’t mean other people’s choices don’t matter or impact us. 

And it certainly doesn’t mean every painful experience is somehow her fault because she’s “too emotional”. 

We’re exploring something more subtle:

The belief may influence what she notices, what she expects, and how she interprets what happens next.

If I’ve interpreted my experiences as evidence that I’m unwanted, rejection may become especially loud to me.

If I’ve interpreted my experiences as evidence that my needs are inconvenient, I may notice every sigh when I ask for something.

If I’ve interpreted my experiences as evidence that love must be earned, I may instinctively begin performing when I feel insecure.

The world hasn’t necessarily changed.

But the lens through which I experience the world has.

And that distinction is enormous.

Because we don’t want to tell women they’re overreacting.

We want to give them a reason their reaction might make sense.

Not to excuse every reaction.

Not to blame everything on the past.

But to become curious about what’s happening underneath the reaction.


“Why Is This Bugging Me So Much?”

You’ve probably said it.

Something happens.

Maybe it really is a little thing.

Someone doesn’t text back.

A friend seems distracted.

Someone criticizes your work.

You’re left out of something.

Someone chooses somebody else.

And suddenly you’re much more hurt, angry, anxious, embarrassed, or rejected than you expected to be.

“Why am I this upset?!”

Sometimes the answer is simply:

Because it hurt.

But sometimes there’s another question worth asking:

Is my reaction entirely about what is happening right now?

That isn’t an accusation.

It’s an invitation.

Because maybe today’s experience has touched an older thread.

Maybe you’ve felt this before.

And before.

And before.

See? There it is again.


What Would I Have to Believe About Myself?

Instead of immediately asking:

“What’s wrong with me?”

try asking:

“What would I have to believe about myself for this reaction to make sense?”

If I’m devastated because someone didn’t choose me…

What would I have to believe about myself?

If criticism feels like rejection…

What would I have to believe about myself?

If someone’s disappointment feels unbearable…

What would I have to believe about myself?

If I cannot rest without feeling guilty…

What would I have to believe about myself?

If I constantly need to be useful…

What would I have to believe about myself?

Maybe the answer is:

I’m not enough.

I’m replaceable.

I have to earn my place.

My needs don’t matter.

If I disappoint people, they’ll leave.

If I’m not useful, I’m not valuable.

Maybe.

Or maybe it’s something completely different.

We’re investigating, not diagnosing.

We’re trying to understand our emotional bandwidth.

Because sometimes we spend an enormous amount of emotional energy responding to something we don’t fully understand.

And what is not investigated is not fully understood.


Sometimes a Strength and a Survival Strategy Look Remarkably Similar

I’m not suggesting that every personality trait is secretly a wound.

Some of us really are independent.

Some of us genuinely love achievement.

Some of us are natural caregivers.

Those can be beautiful parts of who we are.

But when strong emotions arise from seemingly small events, we need to be open to the possibility that there may be old programming working quietly in the background—patterns our minds and nervous systems learned through repeated experiences.

Sometimes a strength and a survival strategy look remarkably similar from the outside.

A woman who is incredibly helpful might be generous.

Or she may have learned that being needed is how she earns her place.

A woman who is fiercely independent might be confident.

Or she may have learned that needing people isn’t safe.

A woman who works incredibly hard might be purposeful.

Or she may be trying to outrun the belief that she isn’t enough.

The outward behavior doesn’t tell us everything.

So what is driving me?

Am I moving toward something?

Or am I running away from something?

We’re not trying to answer every question today.

We’re learning to ask better ones.


Where Did I Learn This?

Once you’ve noticed a recurring reaction or belief, ask:

Where did I learn this?

Not:

Who is to blame?

Not:

Whose fault is this?

Simply:

Where did I learn this?

Maybe there is a memory.

Maybe there isn’t.

Maybe it was one experience.

Maybe it was a pattern.

Maybe it came from something someone repeatedly said.

Maybe it came from what nobody said.

Maybe you honestly don’t know.

That’s okay.

We’re not digging backward to build a case against anyone.

We’re trying to understand the map we’ve been using.

Because if I don’t know what shaped my map, I may never think to question whether that map is still accurate.


Is This Belief Still Serving Me?

And eventually, we can ask:

Is this belief still serving me?

Because a belief can begin as protection.

Maybe it helped you navigate a difficult season.

Maybe it helped you earn approval.

Maybe it helped you avoid rejection.

Maybe it helped you stay safe.

There is no shame in that.

But what protected us then doesn’t necessarily belong in the driver’s seat now.

We don’t have to condemn the younger version of ourselves for learning what she needed to learn.

We simply need to become curious about whether that lesson still belongs in our future.


Your Personal Inventory

So this week, I’m not giving you homework.

I’m giving you a map.

Think about one recent reaction that seemed unusually strong.

Not necessarily your biggest pain.

Just something that made you wonder:

“Why is this bothering me so much?”

Write it down.

Then ask:

What happened?

What did I feel?

Have I felt this particular feeling before?

What did I interpret this situation to mean about me?

And then sit with the uncomfortable one:

What would I have to believe about myself for this reaction to make sense?

If you’re willing, take it one step further:

Where might I have learned that?

And finally:

Is this belief still serving me?

Don’t force an answer.

Don’t manufacture a memory.

Don’t criticize yourself for what you discover.

Just become willing to see.

Because we’re not pulling the blanket apart.

We’re learning to recognize the threads.

And once we can see a thread…

We can begin asking what it has been weaving into our lives.

And that’s where we’re going next. 

The Hidden Beliefs Shaping Who You Are: Look for the Threads

There is a phrase I have said more times than I can count.

Maybe you have said it too.

“I’m fine.”

Sometimes I actually am.

But there have been plenty of times when “I’m fine” meant something else entirely.

It meant:

I’m not fine at all.

I don’t know how to talk about this.

I don’t have time to fall apart.

I don’t know if this is a safe place to unpack it.

If I start talking about it, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop.

Please don’t ask me again.

And sometimes, if I’m really honest, it has meant:

“If I can convince you I’m fine, maybe I can convince myself.”

I don’t think most of us do this because we’re trying to deceive anyone.

I think we do it because we’re trying to keep functioning.

We have things to do. People who need us. Jobs to finish. Meals to make. Messages to answer. Responsibilities to carry.

So we develop little phrases, little habits, little ways of moving through the world that help us keep going when something underneath us is hurting.

“I don’t care.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“I can handle it.”

“I’m just tired.”

“That’s just how I am.”

“I don’t need anybody.”

“I’ll deal with it later.”

Sometimes those things are true.

But sometimes they are cover stories.

And I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what might be underneath them.

Not because I want to diagnose us.

Not because I think every difficult experience from childhood is secretly some enormous trauma.

And certainly not because I think we need to spend the rest of our lives digging around in the past.

Quite the opposite.

I think there may be enormous value in becoming curious about the things we have been carrying without realizing we were carrying them.

Because before we start talking about growth, perhaps we need to know what we’re growing from.


You Can’t Grow an Acre in a Flowerpot

Our culture is absolutely fascinated with growth.

Be better.

Think better.

Eat better.

Exercise more.

Set boundaries.

Build confidence.

Become your best self.

Heal your inner child.

Raise your standards.

Change your mindset.

Set goals.

Get disciplined.

And some of that advice is genuinely good.

But I’ve been thinking about something:

You can’t grow an acre’s worth of garden in a ceramic pot on your porch.

Not without first considering the soil.

What’s already in it?

What’s growing there?

What has taken root?

What’s depleted it?

What’s been buried?

What has been watered?

What has been neglected?

What has been growing quietly beneath the surface while you were busy trying to plant something new?

I think our inner lives work much the same way.

Before we start throwing seeds of self-improvement into the soil, perhaps we should stop and take inventory.

Not because something is wrong with us.

Because where we begin matters.


I Remember Being Picked Last

I can still remember being in third grade, standing on the school playground while teams were being chosen for kickball.

The power players were chosen first.

Then came everybody else.

I was the second-to-last kid chosen.

And even then, I wasn’t really chosen because somebody wanted me on their team. There was one other girl left, and apparently I was considered the slightly less risky liability.

I remember the feeling.

Pick me.

The embarrassment of standing there while name after name was called.

The quiet humiliation of being passed over.

And the painful realization that nobody seemed particularly excited to have me.

I wasn’t sitting there thinking about childhood development or self-esteem.

I was a little girl.

I just knew it hurt.

And I don’t know exactly what that moment contributed to the woman I became.

Maybe it contributed something.

Maybe it didn’t.

Maybe it was one tiny thread among many.

That’s actually the point.

Not every formative experience is huge.

It doesn’t have to be catastrophic.

It doesn’t have to qualify as trauma.

It doesn’t even have to be something we remember clearly.

Sometimes it’s a comment.

A comparison.

A rejection.

A moment of embarrassment.

A time we felt invisible.

A time we were praised only when we performed well.

A time we learned that someone else’s happiness seemed more important than our own feelings.

A time we needed comfort and didn’t know how to ask for it.

Sometimes it’s one event.

Sometimes it’s a hundred little ones.

And sometimes those experiences begin weaving themselves together.


Look for the Threads

Think about a blanket.

When you’re wrapped up in one, you don’t see thousands of individual threads.

You feel warmth.

You feel comfort.

You feel protected.

But the blanket is nothing more than a vast collection of individual threads woven together.

Our lives are like that.

A moment happens.

We experience it.

We interpret it.

We decide what it means.

Then another experience comes along.

And another.

And another.

Sometimes the experiences aren’t even objectively the same.

But they feel the same.

And somewhere inside us something whispers:

“See? There it is again.”

I wasn’t chosen.

See? There it is again.

I’m being overlooked.

See? There it is again.

Someone else was preferred.

See? There it is again.

I’m disappointing somebody.

See? There it is again.

I’m not enough.

And eventually, those individual experiences can become woven together so tightly that we stop seeing them as individual threads at all.

They become part of the blanket.

Part of the way we see ourselves.

Part of the way we interpret other people.

Part of the way we make decisions.

Part of the way we protect ourselves.

Sometimes even part of what we call “just who I am.”


What If Today’s Reaction Isn’t Entirely About Today?

Have you ever had a reaction that surprised even you?

Something happens and suddenly you’re way more hurt than you think you should be.

A comment.

A rejection.

Someone else’s silence.

A friend’s choice.

A spouse’s behavior.

A criticism.

Being left out.

Feeling ignored.

And you find yourself thinking:

“Why is this affecting me this much?”

Instead of immediately telling yourself you’re overreacting, what if you became curious?

Ask:

Is my reaction entirely about what is happening right now?

Maybe it is.

But maybe today’s event has touched an old thread.

Ask yourself:

Have I felt this particular feeling before?

When?

Where?

With whom?

What was happening?

And then, perhaps the hardest question:

What did younger me decide about herself the other times she felt this way?

Maybe she decided:

I’m not important.

I’m not pretty enough.

I’m too much.

I’m not enough.

I have to work harder to be chosen.

I can’t depend on people.

My needs are inconvenient.

If I make everybody happy, they’ll stay.

If I’m useful, I’ll be valuable.

If I never need anything, nobody can disappoint me.

We may not consciously remember making these decisions.

Children don’t usually sit down and formulate beliefs about themselves.

They experience something and try to make sense of it with the information they have.

And sometimes the explanation they come up with follows them into adulthood.


This Isn’t About Blaming the Past

I want to be very careful here.

We’re not building a courtroom.

We’re not trying to find somebody to blame for every insecurity we have ever experienced.

And we’re not going to turn ordinary childhood moments into diagnoses.

We’re investigating.

That’s different.

Because something can have affected you without being the single cause of everything you struggle with.

Someone else’s choices can hurt you without becoming their permanent ownership of your identity.

And a childhood experience can matter without needing to be labeled catastrophic.

We’re simply becoming curious about the threads.

Because sometimes today’s reaction isn’t entirely about today.

Sometimes today’s moment is touching something that has been woven into us for a very long time.


And We Don’t Have to Pull the Whole Blanket Apart

That’s important, too.

We’re not going backward so we can live there.

We’re going backward just far enough to understand what came forward with us.

We’re not digging through our past because we’re broken.

We’re digging because what we don’t understand can quietly continue to influence us.

And eventually, what we have never examined can begin to feel like identity.

That’s just who I am.

I’m just sensitive.

I’m just a perfectionist.

I’m just independent.

I’m just a worrier.

I’m just not good with conflict.

But what if some of those things aren’t simply personality?

What if some of them are learned responses?

What if some of them began as protection?

What if something that protected us then is quietly imprisoning us now?

I don’t know.

And neither do you.

Not yet.

That’s why we’re going to investigate.


So This Week, Just Notice

I don’t want to give you a neat little three-step plan for fixing your life.

Life doesn’t work that way.

Neither does healing.

Instead, I want to invite you to become curious.

Maybe this week isn’t about figuring yourself out.

Maybe it’s simply about noticing.

Pay attention to the phrases you reach for when you’re overwhelmed.

Pay attention to the moments when your reaction seems bigger than the circumstance.

Pay attention to the feelings that seem strangely familiar.

Pay attention when something happens and a little voice inside you says:

“See? There it is again.”

You don’t have to figure out what it means yet.

You don’t have to force a memory.

You don’t have to decide that you’ve discovered the one event responsible for everything that has ever happened to you.

Just notice.

Maybe write it down.

And if something keeps tugging at your attention, let yourself become curious about it.

Because sometimes the first step toward healing isn’t changing anything.

Sometimes it’s finally seeing what is there.


Find One Thread

Maybe you have a phrase.

Maybe you have a reaction you don’t understand.

Maybe you have a feeling that seems strangely familiar.

Maybe you have a memory from childhood that you’ve never considered important.

Maybe you have absolutely no idea where to begin.

That’s okay.

We’re not looking for drama. We’re looking for patterns.

So don’t try to pull your entire blanket apart.

Just find one thread.

Hold it gently.

Look at it without judgment.

Wonder where it might lead.

Because we’re going to spend some time together over the next several weeks learning what to do with the things we uncover.

We’re going to look at the beliefs hiding underneath our coping mechanisms.

We’re going to examine what those beliefs have been doing in our relationships, our choices, our boundaries, our self-image, our striving, and even our attempts at self-improvement.

And eventually, we’re going to ask whether some of the things we have been trying so hard to change aren’t actually the things that need changing at all.

Maybe what needs changing is why we’re doing them.

Maybe the goal isn’t to become someone else.

Maybe it’s to become whole.

But we can’t begin to understand that until we know what we’re carrying.

So this week, don’t fix anything.

Don’t judge anything.

Don’t unravel the whole blanket.

Just look for the threads.

And if you find one…

write it down.

Because…

We’re going to need that thread. 🦋

 

Until Next Time, 


 

You Were Never Meant to Earn Your Worth

I heard a story recently that has stayed with me far longer than I expected.

A husband was trying to explain why he had been looking at provocative pictures of other women online. In an effort to reassure his wife that it “didn’t mean anything,” he reached for an analogy.

“It’s like going to a car show,” he said. “You can admire the Lamborghinis. It’s not like you’re ever going to buy one.”

His wife didn’t miss a beat.

“Maybe not,” she replied. “But if someone handed you the keys and offered you a free test drive… I’m pretty sure you’d take it.”

Silence.

I’ve thought about that conversation for days.

Not simply because of the analogy itself.

But because I couldn’t stop thinking about what it might feel like to be the wife sitting across from him.

To suddenly wonder…

“So… I’m the old car in the driveway?”

“I’m the one who has aged.”

“I’m the one who can’t compete anymore.”

And then I realized something.

This conversation isn’t really just about pictures.

It’s about something much deeper.

It’s about authority.

Who Gave Them the Authority to Label You?

Who gets to decide what makes someone valuable?

Because somewhere along the way, many of us quietly accepted a lie.

We began believing our worth was something to earn instead of something to remember.

If I can lose the weight…

If I can erase the wrinkles…

If I can afford the right clothes…

If I can look younger…

If I can become more successful…

If I can finally be chosen…

Then I’ll be enough.

But every time we reach the finish line, it quietly moves.

That’s the cruel genius of shame.

It never lets us arrive.

The number on the scale changes.

The standard changes.

The comparison changes.

The person we’re trying to impress changes.

And suddenly the thing we thought would finally make us feel secure leaves us standing at the beginning of the race all over again.

Because the finish line was never real.

It was built on a lie.

And if we trace that lie all the way back to the beginning, we find it waiting for us in a garden.

“Did God really say…?”

Those were the first words of doubt whispered over humanity.

Did God really say you are loved?

Did God really say you are enough?

Did God really say your identity comes from Him?

Or do you need something else?

Something more?

Something you can earn?

The enemy has been asking the same question ever since.

The lie isn’t that caring for ourselves is unimportant. It is important.

Our health matters.

Our bodies matter.

Our emotional and spiritual growth matter.

We are responsible for stewarding the life God has entrusted to us.

But there is a profound difference between caring for ourselves because we know we have value…

and trying to create value through self-improvement.

One is stewardship.

The other is striving.

One grows from identity.

The other is an attempt to earn it.

I think many of us need to ask a difficult question:

When did I start believing someone else had the authority to define what God had already declared?

When did I hand someone else the microphone?

When did my reflection become louder than my Creator?

When did another person’s approval become more powerful than God’s voice?

Culture grabs that microphone all the time.

It says:

“You’re valuable if you’re young enough.”

“If you’re beautiful enough.”

“If you’re successful enough.”

“If you’re desirable enough.”

Comparison grabs it too.

“Look at her.”

“Look what she has.”

“Look how easily she is chosen.”

The enemy grabs it.

“You’re only what you’ve done.”

“You’re only what happened to you.”

“You’re only your failures.”

And little by little…

we forget the voice that spoke first.

The voice that said:

“You are Mine.”

This is where responsibility matters.

Not because responsibility is heavy.

Because responsibility is hopeful.

If my identity depends entirely on someone else’s choices, then I am powerless.

But if part of healing involves reclaiming whose voice I listen to…

there is hope.

Real hope.

I cannot control another person’s character. 

But I can examine my own.

I can ask:

What lies have I believed?

What voices have I trusted?

Where have I abandoned myself?

Where have I allowed fear to lead me?

Those questions do not bring shame.

They bring freedom.

Because there is a difference between guilt and shame.

Guilt says:

“I did something wrong.”

Healthy guilt has movement.

It invites confession.

Repentance.

Growth.

Restoration.

Shame says:

“I am what’s wrong.”

Shame doesn’t correct behavior.

It attacks identity.

And then there is another burden many of us carry without realizing it:

False responsibility.

“If someone hurt me, it must somehow be because I wasn’t enough.”

Not pretty enough.

Not young enough.

Not exciting enough.

Not thin enough.

Not successful enough.

Not desirable enough.

The human heart has a remarkable ability to turn someone else’s sin into evidence against itself.

Someone lies…

“Look at how stupid I was for trusting them!” 

Someone leaves…

“I must not have been lovable.”

Someone chooses something else…

“I must not have been worth choosing.”

But that responsibility was never ours to carry.

Healthy responsibility sounds different:

“I cannot control another person’s character or their choices. 

But I can examine my own.”

Maybe the question isn’t:

“Why did they do this to me?”

Maybe the deeper question is:

“Why did I allow their choices to become a statement about my worth?”

Not because I caused their choices.

Not because their actions were acceptable.

Not because my pain isn’t real.

But because I have the opportunity to reclaim something that was never meant to be surrendered.

My identity.

Maybe that’s why so many people stay too long in places where their souls slowly disappear.

Not because they are weak.

Not because they don’t know better.

But because somewhere along the journey, being chosen became more important than remembering they already belonged.

We accepted scraps because we were afraid of losing the table.

We silenced ourselves because we feared being alone.

We shrank ourselves because rejection felt unbearable.

We confused being wanted with being worthy.

But those are not the same thing.

Friend, if another person’s choices have wounded you, let me say this gently:

Your pain is real.

It should hurt.

Love always leaves us vulnerable.

But someone else’s choices were never meant to become the measuring stick for your identity.

There is only One who has the authority to answer the question:

“Who are you?”

And He answered long before culture had an opinion.

Long before social media created impossible standards.

Long before age left its fingerprints on your face.

Long before anyone failed to see your beauty.

Long before another person’s brokenness tempted you to question your own worth.

You are not a product sitting on a showroom floor waiting to be compared.

You are God’s workmanship.

His masterpiece.

Ephesians 2:10 tells us:

“For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.”

A masterpiece does not compete with another masterpiece.

A one-of-a-kind creation does not become more valuable because someone notices it.

Its value comes from the One who created it.

Perhaps healing doesn’t begin when everyone else finally recognizes your worth.

Perhaps healing begins the moment you remember they never had the authority to define you.

So today, maybe ask yourself:

Whose voice have I been trusting to tell me who I am?

And maybe, just maybe…

it is time to take back the microphone.

Until Next Time— Keep Becoming! 

When Someone Else’s Choices Make You Question Your Worth

 *** A tender note before reading: Today’s post touches on betrayal, marriage wounds, and the painful questions that can surface when trust is broken. Please— take a deep breath and stay with this one. I believe it’s a post each of us can relate to in some way or another, and that even if the circumstances are a little different in your life, the message could still be helpful. ***  

Will I Allow You to Become

Last week, we focused on: 

“Will you allow me to become…”

 a different version of myself….

To allow old versions that are embarrassing or no longer accurate to slough away…

Can you know me better than anyone… including all my flaws and fears… and yet still encourage me to keep striving for that fresh, unblemished version of myself that I’m fighting to become? 

This week, we are shifting perspectives and asking: 

“Will I allow you to become?”

Those are not the same question.

The second one is much harder!

Because suddenly I’m the one being asked to loosen my grip.

Here’s the thing:

We all want grace…

until someone else’s growth inconveniences us.

That’s uncomfortable to admit.

We love the idea of redemption— when it’s our story.

We’re much more cautious when it’s someone else’s.

Why?

I don’t think it’s because we’re bad people.

I think it’s because someone else’s change threatens the emotional map we’ve built of our world.

Human beings crave predictability.

We don’t just love people…

We learn them.

We learn their reactions.

Their habits.

Their weaknesses.

Their strengths.

We know how conversations usually go.

We know what they’ll order at a restaurant.

We know which buttons not to push.

We know who they are.

Or at least…

we think we do.

Then one day they begin changing.

The recovering alcoholic says,
“I don’t want to be that person anymore.”

The quiet wife finds her voice.

The workaholic father retires and wants to learn to paint.

The adult child stops needing our advice.

The anxious friend becomes confident.

The people-pleaser begins saying no.

And suddenly…

our map no longer matches the territory.

That feels disorienting.

Not because their change is wrong…

but because our certainty has been taken away.

I also think there’s another emotion underneath it that we rarely admit.

If you change…

What does that require of me?

That’s the scary part.

Because if you’ve become healthier…

I may have to become healthier, too.

If you’ve learned better boundaries…

I can’t keep benefiting from your lack of them.

If you’ve healed…

I can no longer define you by your wounds.

If you’ve forgiven…

I may have to face the ways I’ve stayed bitter.

Someone else’s growth has a funny way of exposing where we’ve stopped growing ourselves.

That’s uncomfortable.

Sometimes it’s easier to insist,

“People don’t really change.”

Than to accept that they have…and ask why we haven’t.

Then there’s fear. It might sound like: 

“Maybe they’ll outgrow me.”

I think that fear is far more common than people realize.

Not just in marriage.

In Friendships.

With Parents.

In our Churches.

Even in workplaces.

When someone begins changing, the people around them often wonder,

“Will there still be room for me?”

It’s almost childlike.

“If you become someone new… will you still choose me?”

That’s a vulnerable question.

Sometimes we unconsciously resist another person’s growth because we’re afraid we’ll lose our place in their life.

Ironically…

trying to hold someone still is often the very thing that pushes them away.

Here’s another thought I haven’t shared before.

I think there are two very different ways to know someone.

One says,

“I know exactly who you are.”

The other says,

“I’m excited to keep discovering who you’re becoming.”

The first creates certainty. And, humans crave certainly! 

But the second creates intimacy. 

Those sound like the similar things.

They’re not.

Certainty says,

“I’ve finished reading your story.”

Intimacy says,

“I can’t wait for the next chapter.”

Consider the whole foundation of Built To Be A Butterfly.

Imagine if the caterpillar had people standing around saying,

“Stop pretending.

You’ll always crawl.

That’s who you’ve always been.

(And even worse) It’s what God created you to be!”

The cocoon would look ridiculous to anyone who only believed past evidence.

Transformation almost always looks unbelievable…

until it’s complete!

Maybe that’s why Scripture is filled with renamed people.

Abram became Abraham.

Sarai became Sarah.

Jacob became Israel.

Simon became Peter.

Saul became Paul.

God seemed strangely unwilling to let people remain known only by the evidence of who they’d been.

He kept introducing them according to who they were becoming.

What if…

that’s one of the ways we’re called to love each other?

Now— that said— my family of origin was terribly, irreparably fractured by the demons of mental illness, addiction and manipulation. 

I have learned the hard way that not every claimed change is genuine.

Sometimes people say they’ve changed while continuing the same harmful behavior, under the guise of “change”. 

So, Wisdom matters.

Trust is rebuilt over time.

Forgiveness doesn’t erase discernment!

But…

when genuine transformation is happening…

love should probably be the first to notice it.

Not the last.

Who in your life have you remembered so well that you’ve forgotten to notice who they’re becoming? Perhaps the greatest gift we can give the people we love isn’t holding on to who they were… but remaining curious about who God is still shaping them to be.

Is it the husband who has spent years trying to become gentler?

The adult daughter you’ve secretly continued mothering like she’s still sixteen?

The son who finally found his footing?

The friend who isn’t as fragile as she used to be?

Your parents… whose own hearts have softened with age?

We often think transformation is an individual act.

It isn’t.

Transformation is relational.

Every time one person changes, everyone who loves them is invited to change, too.

That’s why becoming is so beautiful.

And that’s also why it’s so costly.

Because God doesn’t only ask us to become new creations.

Sometimes He asks us to believe that someone else has become one, too.

And that may require its own kind of faith.

Until Next Time– 
Keep Becoming! 

 

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Your Role Matters

Lately, I’ve noticed something online that leaves my heart feeling unexpectedly heavy.

Everywhere I turn, someone is sounding an alarm.

“Wake up.”
“The end is near.”
“God showed me this.”
“God told me that.”

And while I absolutely believe God still speaks to His people, I’ve realized something deeper was bothering me beneath all the noise.

It wasn’t fear.

It was sadness.

Because so many people seem to believe that the only meaningful way to matter in the Kingdom of God is to become someone “important.” Someone visible. Someone dramatic. Someone with a platform, a microphone, or a warning message that makes everyone stop and stare.

But Scripture reminds us that the Body of Christ was never designed to function that way.

Not everyone is called to stand on a wall and sound a trumpet.

Some people are called to quietly hold exhausted hearts together.

Some are called to nurture children.
Some are called to listen deeply.
Some encourage.
Some serve.
Some give.
Some teach.
Some simply show up faithfully every single day and love people well.

And none of those roles are lesser.

Some of the holiest work happening right now is completely unseen by the world.

It’s the mother folding laundry while praying over her family.
It’s the weary husband continuing to provide even when life feels heavy.
It’s the friend who answers the phone at midnight.
It’s the woman who keeps choosing kindness after disappointment.
It’s the person who keeps loving others quietly when no applause ever comes.

We live in a culture that celebrates visibility.

But Heaven has always valued faithfulness.

Dear friend, you do not have to become louder to become more valuable.

God did not accidentally create “extra” people.

You were created intentionally, carefully, and with purpose.

And maybe your calling isn’t to be the loudest voice in the room.

Maybe your calling is to become steady.
Gentle.
Faithful.
Compassionate.
Available.
Wise.
Safe.

Those things matter deeply too.

The world may overlook quiet gifts, but God never does.

So if you’ve been feeling small lately because your life doesn’t look impressive or influential, I hope you remember this today:

A body needs hands just as much as it needs eyes.
It needs ears.
It needs feet.
It needs every hidden part working together— in love.

And the same is true in the Kingdom of God.

Your role matters.

Your faithfulness matters.

And your ordinary, everyday obedience may be changing lives more than you realize.

“For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.”
— Ephesians 2:10

Until Next Time—

Keep Growing!

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What exactly IS “the Porch”? Hmmmm…. 

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A 10 minute pit stop, twice a week where I share encouragement, faith-filled reflections and honest conversations about the journey of becoming.

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A New Season

Dear friend,

Fall is upon us.  This morning, as I sit from my office spot, coffee in hand, and look out over the garden, I am in awe of the beauty of the world around me. Green, gold, and crimson leaves flutter through the air and litter the yard. A family of squirrels has been busy gathering nuts while our dog Pearl goes crazy from their intrusion. My beloved hummingbird friends are visiting the feeders for the final time as they begin their journey south. One of them hovered at the window for a few seconds, as if thanking me for my generosity before bidding me farewell. Yes, I have been enjoying my days; relishing in the excitement of the changes that are coming!

Then it hit me. There were so many years in my life when I could not enjoy Fall. Though the changing colors were stunning— I was simply too wrapped up in the dread of winter to enjoy what Fall had to offer. I had to force myself to take a deep breath and then, slowly release it. Ah! That was the old me; the way I used to think— and that me is gone! Like the baby caterpillar I have talked so much about, I am changing; growing; becoming…

What a relief there is to be able to see a new season of life arrive and be joyous about it instead of fearful! Goodness, it’s taken me a lifetime to get here! Oh my Friend, I want to share the feeling; I long for others to experience it, too— but the words elude me.

The seasons aren’t the only things that are changing! This year, instead of watching it all unfold as a spectator, I am choosing to join in and make a number of changes myself! My beloved BuiltToBeAButterfly site will be among the many things in my life to receive an update. Old material is being removed; new posts, sharing fresh perspectives, will eventually be added to replace them. It is time to also consider bringing BuiltToBeAButterfly  back to social media, too, I guess— though I’ve been avoiding that as long as I can.  🙂  Keep your eyes posted!

So many of you have emailed me with kind remarks and sweet notes this past year or two. I can’t tell you how much your words have strengthened me! Courage in the face of tremendous change is not my strong suit! But your snippets of encouragement have kept me motivated to finish the good work God put me here to do. I am really excited to see what He has planned for this new—and very different—season of life.

And next—drum roll please— I am thrilled to announce that my two most recent projects—the book Lessons From My Garden, and a 30-day coordinating study guide which parallels the book, are currently in the final stages of development. I know—I told y’all that I was working on this set several years back. But, life happened and time sort of slipped away from me. All that procrastinating is behind now, though! They should both be available on Amazon in the next four to six weeks! Woo-Hoo! 

Of course, life is more fun when we can share it with friends! Please make sure you share this site, and like and follow us once we return to social media. Meanwhile, I will post updates here! Keep me in your prayers! There is still a lot of hard work to be done before I can inch across the finish line!

Until Next Time!

 

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