Jealousy and God

I can remember so clearly growing up with my mom and her boyfriends.  When it was just me and my mom, I can’t say that it was always great, but I think I liked it.  Then when a new boyfriend came around, she changed.  She would get happy, like there was suddenly something worth living for.  She was more lively.  Spent less time locked away in her room, sleeping.  There may have only been one boyfriend that I liked.  The rest, if we were playing games, I was probably okay.  But mostly I hated them.  I hated that she was only alive with them in her life…as if I wasn’t enough of a reason to live.  I hated that I never seemed to be enough.  Granted, as an adult, I have a better understanding of her issues…or rather that there were issues that transcended me and whoever was or was not in her life.  She had a lot of issues that I don’t know the depth or root of, I just know now that they were there.  Nonetheless, I can remember how real was the jealousy that I felt whenever a new man came into her life.  I wanted the attention.  I wanted the affection.  I wanted to be her source of joy.  I never was, and I hated that reality.  Moreso, my heart burned with jealousy for all that she then sought out to be the source of those things in her life.

As an adult, I haven’t been in many relationships where those feelings come back to the surface, but when it does…it flies in with a fury.

Recently I was tossing and turning, trying to fall asleep, struggling with insecurity and jealousy in almost every area of my life.  Just as the anxiety reached its peak a simple thought came to my mind that completely rocked me.  Quiet, dark, late at night I heard a simple statement that I can’t seem to shake, “My God is jealous for me”.

In Zechariah 8:2 the Lord says, “I am very jealous for Zion; I am burning with jealousy for her”.

I think of Deuteronomy where it is continually said that we should have no other god than the one true God and that He is a jealous God.

I think of Paul when he speaks to the Church in Cornith, telling them he is jealous with a godly jealousy that they might be led astray.

And with this I am baffled.  I can only begin to understand the reality of God’s jealousy through my own experiences and feelings as they manifest in my heart.  Is this how God feels toward us?  When our affections are set on things not Him or of Him, God is jealous?  When we seek to find joy and life and love in places other than him, He is jealous?  In scripture descriptions of jealousy are also accompanied by descriptors such as “burning” or “raging”.  When these feelings get the best of us, that jealousy rages in our hearts…and I can’t help but think that God too rages with that Jealousy when our affections and eyes and lives are centered around anything other than Him.

God loves me.  God loves us, sure…but he is also Jealous for us.  He desires our affections.  He desires to be the sources of Joy and Truth and Love in our lives.  He desires to use us for His purposes, not that we would live a life driven by our own selfish motivations and desires.

The feelings I have coupled with the idea that was placed in my mind the other night is rocking me.  I honestly don’t know what to make of it.  God has a lot of reason to be burning with that jealousy in my life right now.  I’m very convicted…unsure…but slightly comforted that His love and desire for us, sinless as we may be, still drives him to jealousy when we wander from the center that is Christ our Lord.

Abba, my priorities and life is so out of sync with you right now.
Jealousy grips my heart, suffocating my soul,
and I can only think that this is your heart for me as you observe my life,
my choices,
my mistakes,
my sin,
my idols.
I am sorry for this.
Please use this reminder to restore
a foundation of your Truth and Love in my Life.
I’m a tired of this season.
My soul is weary.
My flesh battles for control
And I no longer know how to fight.
I need you, Father…in all your Jealousy and Love.
Meet with me, speak to me again…please.
Amen.

Trying To Make It In A Man’s World

Later this month, August 26, we will celebrate 90 years since the 19th Ammendment was ratified to allow women to vote.  It was a long journey for women leading up to that vote, and it’s been an even longer journey ever since.

I grew up with mostly boys.  I was the tom-girl that played football, climbed trees, and raced the boys…hoping that one day I just might beat them.  In college I was an engineering student.  The imbalance of men-to-women was seen very clearly.  While chemical engineering held the best guy-to-girl ratio (60:40), it was clear that I was setting myself to stay in the minority.  As if engineering itself wasn’t enough, I found myself walking into an industry that is well rooted, established, and by extremely male dominated.  As my work experience grows, I can’t help but aknowledge the tension that I feel as a woman living in this world today.

I recently started reading Women, Work & The Art of Savoir Faire by Mireille Guiliano.  In it she attempts to communicate to women business sense and sensibility, all the while aknowledging that men and women are different…and those differences are seen not only in the obvious population percents, but also in the less obvious ways of how things are handled and communicated.

In the first couple chapters I began to notice (which she also parenthetically acknowledged) that in trying to drive home points, she uses stories and analogies that women will relate to.  The one that stuck out the most was her use of cooking a dinner to articulate one of her points, noting that had she been one of her male peers, she would have used a sports analogy.

Her example immediately took me back to a luncheon I attended a week ago, where one of the directors made a reference to baseball during our conversation.  I had no response, no rebuttal, nothing.  I know NOTHING about baseball…nor can I even remember if the team that was mentioned was his team, or the rival of his team (sorry!).  I can usually hang if it’s about football…but baseball?  I’m screwed!  I don’t think I’m alone…

Think about it, camaraderie, rapport, and business relationships are often built on the golf course, or over a few beers discussing sports.  Where does that leave those women who have goals and aspirations, but don’t play golf or know the difference between the Red Socks and the Redskins?  Perhaps tea or coffee is much more their flow?  Families and yoga, perhaps.

Women have made so much progress in the traditionally male-dominated fields, but I must say that the uphill journey isn’t over and we’ve got a long way to go.  Understanding the way people build relationships is only one key to sustaining the progress that women have already attained.  Working in a male dominated business industry, it might seem as if the only way to do that will be to push your interests and passions aside for the sake of entertaining theirs.  I’m not sure that’s the most effective route, but I’m also not advocating that the men in the world must now bow down and begin to communicate and attempt to relate to women as they are most easily relatable.

I’m not sure I have any answers, but I do think that regardless of who you are trying to engage, the best place to meet is somewhere in the middle ground.  Think about it, (to draw from my mathematical understanding) the shortest distance between two points is in the middle of the line that connects those two points.  Whether you’re talking the differences of men and women or the differences that are found across the generations (another hot topic in business these days), it takes effort on part of all involved to build those relationships, and perhaps we should be open the reality that in 5 or 10 years it might not happen on the golf course.  Perhaps it’ll happen over facebook or on a blog, or maybe it’ll happen in the company sponsored yoga classes.  It doesn’t mean that we can sit back and expect everyone to bend to us…sometimes it means that we step out and learn a little about baseball, or know how to ski and play golf.  Perhaps it means that we stumble our way through a conversation on cooking or the newest blockbuster, that also happens to be a little on the chick-flick side of the spectrum.

I’m not really sure what this will look like for me personally, but it does remind me that as a young professional who aspires to grow in my career, it won’t always be as easy as building relationships with my girlfriends.  We can’t expect to only connect with our mentors over Starbucks and tweets, but we shouldn’t always have to know everything about baseball, or hockey or whatever for rapport to be built.  Maybe it’s about understanding those around us, being willing to share a little about ourselves, and being ready for whatever change may bring to what we think we understand of navigating the worlds in which we work.  Whether the Redskins will be better than the Ravens this year might clinch the connection today, but change is inevitable, and other avenues might be better utilized in the future…recognizing and appropriately responding to what those are is anyone’s guess.  And for that we all, young and old, male and female, must be ready.

Serial Condiment Criminal – Arrested at Last!!

Libary Condiment Vandalism

74 Year Old Joy L. Cassidy Arrested as a Serial Condiment Criminal in Boise Idaho

For the past year, a dangerous criminal has been vandalizing the book drops of local libraries in Boise, Idaho…with condiments.  Since May 2009 Libraries have reported books have been found covered in ketchup, corn syrup and other common household condiments. 

Don’t Fret!!  We can all breathe a sigh of relief.  This past Sunday a 74 year old woman was arrested outside of a library, just after dumping a jar of mayonaise into the book return.  While I definately feel safer about returning books that I’ve borrowed from the library (crap! I just remembered I have one that’s about 2 months overdue!!!), I’m sure those who are most relieved are the lucky librarians who typically discover the salad dressing covered books and left to clean up the book drop (yuck!).    

I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry at this news story.  Part of me finds relief that in a society where our news is filled with murders and bank robberies and young moms tossing babies in trash cans – things like this can happen that are sad, but so stinking wierd that you can’t help but laugh.  I am intrigued that what appears to be such a silly little crime was actually being tracked by police.  BUT most of all I am SOOO  curious to hear her side of the story.  Really Joy, why?  What took you to your breaking point?  Those precious books ruined – and for what reason? 

Excessive overdue/late fees?

A Rude librarian?

A refused library card?

That’s the rest of the story I hope to read about in the news. 

(The part of me that cracked up when I heard this on the radio today hopes that there is some ridiculous reason to accompany the ridiculous crime.  I really hope it isn’t because of something serious like early onset alzheimers or a mental illness of some sort…that would be sad…and I would certainly feel guilty for laughing on my ride in to work this morning…and probably even for following up with it on my blog.)

The Associated Press article for this story can be found here

Giving Up On 40 Years

Yesterday I went to lunch with the Director of Sales/Marketing and Regional Sales Manager for a supplier that is near and dear to the most recent season of my career.  Since they were in town for a few hours after our meeting, we thought it would be nice to enjoy some of Maryland’s finest crabcakes.  While we ate, the director brought up the separation of Al and Tipper Gore, noting that him and his wife were approaching their 41st year of marriage.  Our conversation really made me think. 

After 40 years of marriage, you’ve clearly passed the first 7 years of marriage hell, you’ve fought over finances, struggled to balance life, family, each other, and your career.  You’ve watched your children grow up…the good, bad and everything in between.  You should know how to work out your conflicts by then.  So what in the world would cause you to throw in the towel to start over again?  Is it really that bad?  And if it is…my curosity is aching to know what it is that causes these kinds of splits…especially after so many years. 

As our conversation continued, the Director mentioned that he couldn’t imagine starting over.  He clearly loves his bride, but I think there is also a level of dependencey (healthy dependency) that is created when you share life with someone for that long.  I asked what helped his marriage last this long.

He said that within 11 months of being married his new bride was pregnant.  They raised their 3 kids.  When the last one left the house for college, they found themselves being relocated to a French region in Canada.  They knew no one, they were far away from friends and family and for the first time in their married lives they had only each other  – a situation that was perfect for nurturing a relationship that would take them through the remainder of their adult, “empty nester” years.  I agreed with the power that the relocation had on helping to rekindle their marriage after their kids left home.

I’m not sure what has happened to Al and Tipper, but it makes me sad to see them give up on the 40 years that have invested in each other, their families and this marriage. 

I would love for the Lord to allow me the opportunity to share 40 years or more with the same person.  Unfortunately, I am quickly approaching 30.  While longer life expectancies will make it possible to ring in 40 years, I’m starting to accept the fact that I will probably not be married by the time I’m 30, which makes the hope of 40 years seem more like a pipe dream than a possibility.  And yes, admidtly I am becoming that woman who can’t stop thinking about getting married and having babies…I think it’s hormonal or biological or something.  I’m convinced that there is actual biological backing to the phrase, “my clock is ticking!”  And so I digress…    

Of course, I will learn to be content with whatever the Lord wills for my life – whether that be 0 or 50 years of marriage, but still from where I stand now (a month away from 29) I can only wish I had a story to share as the director shared yesterday.  What I wouldn’t give for the possiblity of that long and beautiful marriage/family that the Director celebrates and the Gore’s are throwing away. 

As for Al and Tipper, my hope is that a better ending awaits.  Maybe they will separate only to realize what they’ve left behind.  Perhaps they will even reconcile/reunite.  Who knows.  After 40 years I don’t know what could be so bad that they would finally walk away.    

 (of course that is an idealized statement.  I don’t know the reason for their separation…the situation could be really bad, in which case, I probably wouldn’t want it…I just don’t know).

A Poem by E.E. Cummings

This week I am working on a paper (with my team) that will analyze the fiscal and monetary policies that led to and failed or succeeded during the great depression.  As I wandered through sites, looking for events that would provide a context into the 1920′s – the time leading into the economy’s contraction and ultimately the depression I stumbled upon this poem that I thought to be rather delightful.  Enjoy.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)