Being clingy.


You can have hope. Don’t forget that. But being clingy can hurt you.

In your search for hope and encouragement, being clingy can make others miserable.

Some people take a perverse delight in being annoying. That’s not what I’m talking about. Rather, I’m talking about those who desperately reach out to others, perhaps in good faith and with good intentions, and once they get the attention they want, they simply won’t let go.

Here’s an example. There are plenty more, but I’ll start here. You’ll readily understand what I’m talking about. (And if this all sounds too much like any program on the CW, hang on. I’ll give you something more substantive in a bit.) Here’s a being clingy case study.

I’ve worked with teenage students for a lot of years. Kids spend those teenage years swimming in a sea of hormones. Their parents know it (we were all kids once, right?), their peers know it, and they know it.

The result? Romantic urges. A crazy, tsunami of desire to want to have a significant other. (Okay, this isn’t restricted to teenagers. But let me exploit my own example here.)

One scenario: A boy and girl start “talking.” Perhaps they were already friends. Then the talk escalates, each one probes the other trying to determine how they really feel, and they take the next step,

Lo and behold, they are now going together. The clouds part, the sun beams down, angels sing in chorus, and love reaches full bloom.

Then one of them messes a good thing up. That’s being clingy.

This is not the sole fault of one gender over the other. Clinginess is an equal-opportunity virus. What happens, typically, is that one party becomes obsessed over the other to the extent that the obsessed clinger won’t let the clingee have a life of their own. They want to know what they’re doing, who they’re with, and why are they thinking and acting the way they are.

Putting it succinctly, I’ll quote one line I heard from a 16-year-old girl to her soon-to-be-former boyfriend:

“You act like you own me.”

Know what I mean? Being clingy? But it can be an even more subtle unhealthy attachment. It might just be a tendency on the part of the clinger to want to spend every waking moment with the object of their affection. Love can be like that, but it can get, well, icky.

It is thoroughly unpleasant to be involved with someone that won’t give you the breathing space you need. This teen scenario is pretty obvious.

However – being clingy can manifest itself in other ways:

  • A husband doesn’t want his wife to have a life that doesn’t involve him.
  • A mom needs to know every aspect of her daughter’s life to the extent it becomes oppressive (can you say “helicopter?”)
  • An employee consistently and obnoxiously kisses up to his boss for special favor.
  • A student goes to great lengths to be the “teacher’s pet.”
  • Someone plays the martyr card if they don’t feel like they’re appreciated.
  • Someone depends on another for their sense of self-worth.
  • Someone gets their identify from how others treat them or talk about them. So they act like chameleons, trying to be what they think others want them to be.

For me personally, I detest the thought that I might come across as emotionally needy. I don’t want to come across as some sort of invalid. Aggghhh.

My temperament lends itself to that, frankly. I don’t want to be the center of attention, but I still want to feel like I’m needed. That can manifest itself in  my lifelong quest to fix everything and anyone, whether they want fixing or not. I have been horrifically guilty of trying too hard. Being “all in” isn’t always a virtue.

What I’m learning in these sunset years is that there is nothing more pitiful than wanting something for someone worse than they want it for themselves. Listen to your Uncle Tony on this one: Don’t do that. That’s being clingy. Save yourself a boatload of grief. Don’t try to be the assistant to the Holy Spirit. Last time I checked, He’s the only one that can bring about eternal life change.

But I digress. I’ve said all that before.

There’s an element of codependency in being clingy. The clinger might be well-meaning, thinking he or she is being helpful and affirming, when in reality they are simply being annoying at best and repulsive at worse. It’s not a way to win friends and influence people.

So if you have had to deal with a clinger, you know how unpleasant and cloying that can be. You look for ways to put as much distance between you and them as you can. If you’re gracious and compassionate, you struggle to love them and shut them down at the same time. Sometimes you just have to put your mercy on hold and say, “You are just gonna need to stand down.” If they have a molecule of self-awareness and desire to do the right thing, they’ll understand, and maybe even do what you’ve asked. All will be well because both parties have learned and grown and the relationship is sweeter than ever.

There’s that. But. What if you’re the one who is being clingy? What if you’ve abandoned all decency and common sense and figuratively (if not literally!) say “What’s wrong? Don’t you love me? Don’t you appreciate me?”

I hope I’ve never been there. Maybe I have. Shame on me.

Maybe you have yourself. Maybe you knew what you were doing but felt powerless in the grip of some emotion.

I’ve wondered what puts us in that state. Here’s what I’ve decided:

We often demand of people what only God can give us.

We want encouragement, affirmation, strength, motivation, and many other like things. God can provide every one of them. Every one.

But when we look to others as our primary source of these things, we can wring them dry. That’s being clingy.

It’s okay to expect some things from people as long as you know they are human beings who thirst like you do. But they need an Infinite Well as much as you do.

Those close to you really want to help you and come alongside you. They’ll listen to you, pray for you, and do what they can to make things  better. The problem – and it’s a big one – comes when your dependency on them to meet those needs I mentioned above (and others) overrides your dependence on God. You try to pull from a secondary finite source, and regrettably it’s often someone you care for greatly.

If they’re honest, there may come a time when they have to say, “I got nuthin’.”

What a bad state. You realize you’ve asked them for something they aren’t able to give. You’ve become a clinger.

Others have let you down before. I’ve certainly been let down. But I can’t help but consider today how much of my being let down was because of me. It’s not necessarily because I deserved it. It might, however, be because I didn’t know how or when to turn to God completely rather than thinking someone could be a substitute for Him.

I know and believe that God uses other people in our lives. God’s so cool – so, so many times He has sent along just the right person at just the right time with just the right words to bring about sweet little relational miracles. I cherish that. People are gifts!

It’s when we look toward the gift instead of the Giver for our primary comfort and care that we mess up royally.

The key, methinks, is to learn to recognize when you are trying too hard, being clingy,  reaching out compulsively, and depending on a fellow struggler instead of the true Source of comfort. Love your people. Cherish those who will speak truth to you. But don’t let anyone become a substitute for the transforming Jesus dwelling inside you. It’s impossible to cling to Him too desperately.




Elizabeth’s story.

I want to share part of Elizabeth’s story with you.

Elizabeth Fiegle was the minister of children and families at Liberty Baptist Church in Flowood, Mississippi, for a season. A Florida native, she finished up her work in Mississippi and headed south, returning to her Atlantic coast home.

She has  quite the story. Elizabeth’s story has sure encouraged me. I asked her to be my guest blogger today. Read this. Follow her on Instagram. Be blessed.

~ Tony ~

Elizabeth at river road

Tony asked me to share my story with you all, and as much as I would love to share my entire story, there simply isnt space for that right now. Im instead going to share a small glimpse into a season and a practice God taught me during it. In November 2016, everything seemed to be coming together and I found myself thinking that all the pain I had endured for years was over – that God was finally going to reward my faithful obedience. Im chuckling as I write those sentences, because what followed the happiestseason of my life was the worst year of my life which I fondly refer to it as The Hard Year.

In May 2017, in the midst of a conversation being had in a parking lot, the Hard Year began and I had no idea the pain I was about to learn to endure. During that year from May 2017 – June 2018, I lost three key relationships – the man I thought I would marry, my grandma who was my friend, and a family member who decided they needed time away from our relationship. While I dont like to brush over the circumstances, theyre not central to this story, because the focus isnt about what happened, the focus is God and what He taught me through that year.

He taught me to take a deep breathe and exhale it out.

Breathing in is as natural as anything we do, we dont put thought into breathing until we find were having trouble with it. To breathe, to take a breath, sounds really simple and is easy to read in a sentence, but when youre laying wide awake at 3:21am every night and your mind is spinning with the feelings that God is cruel and led you into the worst pain of your life – breathing is hard. Really, really hard.

Do I really mean breathing, like inhale – exhale breathing?

Yes, and no, but yes.

Psalm 23:1 The Lord is my shepherd; I lack nothing.

I dont remember when this verse took on new meaning for me, but I know it was during one of my 3am mind-spirals. Once I noticed these spirals were happening frequently, I tried to discipline myself to picking up my Bible and reading it as I lay awake. And so, like many other nights, I picked up my Bible to read Scripture and I looked up Psalm 23. I read it, but then looked it up in the NIV version and found myself stuck on 3 words: I lack nothing. I thought to myself,If Gods word is true (and I believe it is), then this tells me that God is my shepherd that I am following and when I am following Him, I lack nothing.

So even though I feel like I am lacking everything right now, perhaps in this season, I have all that I need from God and nothing more or less. It may look like lack to me, but God knows it is all I need.

And just like that I found myself repeating over and over again until I fell back asleep God you are leading me and I lack nothing. You are providing what I need right now and I trust you.And then I physically took a deep breath and exhaled it out.

This practice didnt fix everything in that moment, but what I found is that every time the devil started to try to convince me I was lacking a relationship, a job I loved, or anything else, I would pause as soon as the thoughts started to swirl and I would repeat to myself Psalm 23: 1 The Lord is my Shepherd, I lack nothing. God help me see you.*inhale, exhale*

The practice of pausing, repeating Psalm 23:1, inhaling and exhaling is still something I do today when I start to let my mind wander into the lacks.

This verse that I have read and heard a million times walked with me through the Hard Year. I also would like to note I went to counseling for a year straight, and if my doctor and I thought necessary – I would have taken medicine. I kept my Bible and a notebook with me to write down my feelings and attach scripture to them to align myself into what Gods word says. I felt all of my feelings – which was excruciating but necessary (you cant heal from something you dont acknowledge is there).

And I breathed, learned to exhale, eventually started laughing again, and now – I sit here with a smile on my face writing about a time I wasnt sure I would ever laugh again.

I dont know why I felt led to share this small part of my story with yall, but I think we all could benefit from pausing and breathing probably every hour, if not at least once a day.

Whatever youre walking through right now, I hope that you are allowing God to lead you – and because you are allowing God to lead you – you lack nothing right now, today, in this moment youre reading this post.

You have everything you need from God, which means you have everything you need.

I hope you are encouraged friends, thanks for reading.

If you want to keep up with me and probably the biggest gift from God Ive been given – you can find me on instagram at @ebfiegle and follow my coffee and popsicle shop – @riverroadcp. Its a literal dream come true, maybe one day Ill share that story too.

 




The joy of depression.

I used to routinely say stuff like “He/she is messed up in the head.” I didn’t mean that as a compliment.

Because, like most folks to this day, I thought depression, anxiety, even worry was a sign of weakness.

I was willing to cut some slack for a few people. Certainly I was compassionate toward those that were “born that way” – people who had mental handicaps, Down’s syndrome, things like that. The totally non-PC term we used was “mentally retarded.” That phrase could be used as a benign identifier, or an insult. You know what I mean.

My disdain was for those who just fretted, and brooded, and moped around. I remember a cousin who, when her husband died, basically took to her bed for what seemed like weeks. I thought that was pathetic.

Over time, however, my sensibilities have evolved (can I use that term?) The great awakening for me came with my brain injury back in June of 2018.

It’s funny how one event can virtually alter the course of your life.

I’ve always been given to melancholy, which isn’t a good or bad thing. It’s a temperament, a trait, like having blue eyes or brown eyes. Since I’m all about finding out who I am (and who others are!), I’ve spent time with personality tests, such as Myers-Briggs (I’m an INFJ, which makes me pretty unique) and an Enneagram Type 4 (or as a friend states, “You’re a special snowflake.”) All that makes me a classically endowed introvert. Again, that’s not a positive or a negative. It’s just a thing.

I never really viewed my personality and temperament as an asset or liability. It was just part of what made me me, albeit a significant part. A lot of folks avoid discovering who they really are. Me, I’ve embraced it. I’m guessing some people might not like what they discover.

Last year I experienced a nasty concussion, as you may know. It’s kind of defined my life since then. There have been all  sorts of effects that come from post-concussion syndrome. It’s nasty stuff.

I can tell you all about most of the symptoms, including headaches, fatigue, dizziness, loss of concentration and memory – it’s quite a list. However, it’s the anxiety and depression that are killer. The linked article above from the Mayo Clinic compares PCS to PTSD. So, some days I’m a wreck. Before you place me in the Benevolent Home for Chronic Whiners, though, hear me out.

I titled this blog “The Joy of Depression.” Click-baity, right? But I mean it.

Depression might not ever be an issue for you. Perhaps you cruise above life’s cares like an untethered helium balloon. Yay you!

But for those of you like me who cringe from the encroaching darkness, check this out. And if you are free from anxiety and depression, I’ll bet you have someone close to you who deals with it.

Where’s the joy in that!?

Consider Charles Spurgeon, the “prince of preachers.” He was prone to bouts of crippling depression, in addition to other physical ailments.The depression could hit him so intensely that, he once said, “I could say with Job, ‘My soul chooseth strangling rather than life’. I could readily enough have laid violent hands upon myself, to escape from my misery of spirit.”

His wife, Susannah, wrote, “My beloved’s anguish was so deep and violent, that reason seemed to totter in her throne, and we sometimes feared that he would never preach again.”

I’d say he spent some time in a dark place. Been there, done that.

With all this as background, let me offer some thoughts about this whole depression thing (and cribbing liberally from Spurgeon, paraphrased. The good stuff is his, identified with a “*”).

  1. Depression isn’t all in your mind. But it is. There are a lot of clinical components to depression, which I won’t get into, but it is manifested first in your head and can, of course, affect a whole host of other body systems. So if someone says, “It’s all in your mind,” you can congratulate them for being so perceptive.
  2. Someone is bound to say, “Cheer up. There are a lot of people worse off than you are.” As if hearing that helps. Your most appropriate response is to punch them in the throat.
  3. “Move on. Stop dwelling on it.” Talk about useless, even stupid advice! Depression can last a lifetime and a person can’t simply move on. There are resources aplenty to help manage depression, but that kind of counsel does more harm than good. Punch them in the throat.
  4. As I mentioned before, there is still a stigma about depression and other forms of mental illness. So what? Do what you need to to get well.
  5. If you’re a believer, you’re gonna love this one: Who wants to hurt? No sane person, but you need to hurt anyway. Those who struggle with depression and other difficulties never grow in strength and maturity like those who do.*
  6. Regarding #5, those who lead an “easy life” (disclaimer: no one really does) tend to have a faith that is frail and shallow. There is a discipline that comes with trial.
  7. You don’t tell someone else that they can grow through depression when they’re in the grip of it. That won’t help. I guarantee it. There may be a time when you just need to sit down and keep your mouth shut. Maybe cry with them.
  8. Depression and anxiety are not evidence that God is against you. If anything, it’s the opposite. He is not going to abandon you, or render you useless. In a fallen world, friends may desert us, we may hurt, and we may even despair. But it’s entirely possible to lose things you cherish in order to learn that God is all-sufficient. For everything.*
  9. As a believer, I want to focus on the resurrection of Christ. But Spurgeon, when dealing with the suffering and depressed, tended to point people toward Jesus crucified and the “Man of Sorrows, and acquainted with grief.” It’s all about knowing that there is Someone Who not only identifies with you, but Who has experienced the same thing you have.*
  10. Instead of focusing on the “what” and “why” of depression, the call is to focus on the promises of God. We need to have an objective truth that exists apart from our feelings about it.

Consider, finally, the opening words from Spurgeon’s sermon, “When a Preacher is D0wncast.”

“Fits of depression come over the most of us. Cheerful as we may be, we must at intervals be cast down. The strong are not always vigorous, the wise not always ready, the brave not always courageous, and the joyous not always happy.

“There may be here and there men of iron to whom wear and tear work no perceptible detriment, but surely the rust frets even these; and as for ordinary men, the Lord knows and makes them to know that they are but dust.

“Knowing by most painful experience what deep depression of spirit means, being visited therewith at seasons by no means few or far between, I thought it might be consolatory to some of my brethren if I gave my thoughts thereon, that younger men might not fancy that some strange thing had happened to them when they became for a season possessed by melancholy; and that sadder men might know that one upon whom the sun has shown right joyously did not always walk in the light.”




Your future needs you. Your past doesn’t.

Your future needs you. Your past doesn’t.

The great philosopher and theologian, Meat Loaf, sang:

But it was long ago and it was far away

Oh God it seems so very far

And if life is just a highway – then the soul is just a car

And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are.*

 There is no question we can be haunted by memories. Unless there is some compelling reason otherwise, we can conjure up images from yesterday, both good and bad.

It has a lot to do with regrets. Things we should have done, things we did, things that still occupy our thoughts. Things we’d like to take back but can’t.

Sometimes those memories crowd in on our waking lives to the extent that they influence our here and now. We say “I’m sorry,” and mean it, but it doesn’t undo the past. Consequently, we look ahead with fear, afraid we’re gonna mess up again. We’re afraid of repeating past mistakes. We don’t want to submit ourselves to guilt and shame.

That guilt/fear/shame mindset is a killer. And while we consciously know we should move on and look toward brighter days, we find ourselves mired in deep taffy.

What’s the solution? Are we to be held hostage to what once was?

Absolutely not. There is always hope.

What Marvin Lee Aday (see? You just learned Meat Loaf’s real name) captured is a haunting sense of loss. But if you pick apart the lyrics just a bit, there is a comforting truth to be found:

“…and objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are.”

That convex mirror on a car is designed to give a wider field of view, to keep other cars from getting lost in that “blind spot.” While an approaching car may seem close, in reality there is more distance that might appear.

I don’t want to torture this analogy, but the past is a lot further behind you than you might imagine. It just seems close. Here’s the fact: Even if something occurred five seconds ago, it’s as much of your past as if it had happened ten years ago. The past is just that: the past. And, as such, it’s now in your rear view mirror. It’s over and done.

I do need to make a little distinction. There are indeed consequences of your past actions. You rob a bank and get caught, your future is going to be different than if you’d not robbed that bank. So, granted, in that sense your past can influence your future.

What I’m talking about is your mind, how your past gets in your headspace and stays there rent-free. That’s where we struggle. And that is what you need to deal with.

Say this out loud (probably best if no one is around): “I can’t take it back.” Whatever your “it” is, you can’t make it go away. It’s a point and an event in time. Heck, it can even be a thought, that decision you made that changed your way of thinking, perhaps not for the best.

Here’s what might make all the difference in your future:

  • Whatever happened, whatever was said, glean what lessons you can from it. Don’t waste it.
  • Consider this – you are able to empathize with others going through the same ordeal in a way you could not have had you not faced it yourself. Is there a way you can positively use your regret and channel it into something redemptive?
  • You absolutely have the power to choose your responses to, well, everything. You better listen to Uncle Tony – there’s a mindset in the world today that you’d better shuck. You aren’t entitled to anything. Having things go your way is not a birthright. You are going to make stupid choices, and you are going to fail miserably. You are going to fail. Here’s a secret for the ages: you can totally determine what to do next. You aren’t a random clump of cellular matter, preprogrammed to act and respond in an unchangeable way. You aren’t trapped. You have a free mind.
  • That free mind thing? There are some staggering implications for you. The most significant one is that from right now, right this moment, right this nanosecond, you can make choices that will impact your future for the better. You aren’t trapped. If you feel imprisoned by the past, it’s a prison of your own making.
  • The scope of this particular blog entry doesn’t allow for a discussion of how to exercise wisdom, or of how to go forward in making wise choices. You are going to fail and make bad choices still, but you can certainly cut your losses. Life is hard enough without us bringing undue grief on ourselves by choosing poorly. We’ll take that up later, perhaps.

The reason you’re alive and able to read this is that you have yet to accomplish what you were put here to do. There’s your hope. Your call is to make a difference in someone else’s life, and you do that by understanding you can make a difference in your own life in spite of what has been. Living in the past doesn’t serve anyone. Living for the future serves all.

Ancient script states, “… one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 3:13b – 14).

Goals. Prizes. All available to us. Sounds good to me.

*Objects In The Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer Than They Are lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC


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