Why Good Conversations, Human Interactions and Healthy Food Make Us Better People

Today I had one of those really, totally, good and awesome conversations with my twenty-nine year old son. We talked about important matters: How people need people, because we know we dry up if we stay to ourselves; How we need to know what we’re about, who we are, but not as over-the-top people-pleasers who worry so much about making other people happy that we fail to be true to our own selves; How we must figure it out, why we do what we do and stand for what we stand for and how we can maintain our own integrity, and quit being so unsure and undecided, and afraid of disappointing others (instead we disappoint our own selves).

0128092117We talked about awkward, past events that didn’t turn out so well for either of us because we didn’t realize those things (already mentioned), having not yet matured in our own lives to the point of knowing that we don’t have to be right, but we do have to be true to our own beliefs, selves, and the world of ideas. It was that good!

It is this sort of conversation that separates the men from the boys, the women from the girls. He and I both needed it. It had been too long. I see the man in him where I used to see the boy becoming a man. It is how one thinks (and acts) which reveals the progress on the spectrum. As we all know, some people never grow up, not just Peter Pan.

A good conversation, when it is an honest one, takes a recognition of each person’s ideas and honors an acceptance of the other person’s right to their own perspectives and beliefs. We don’t have to agree, but we do have to listen, and we do have to respect one another, in the context of the exchange. A good conversation is not a sparring match where one person seeks to “win” by having the better argument or by dismissing the other person’s ideas (even imperceptively). Instead, it is an empowering exchange where those involved are validated and are not at risk of verbal attack. Nor do they find a need to protect their ideas, the ones they choose to share. It takes a measure of maturity to get to the place where we can be open and let ourselves be vulnerable, where we don’t have to convince, influence, or win in order to be heard.

The truth is, it takes two people who are mature in order to talk openly without a hint of judgment or criticism and without projecting a sense of superiority relative to the others person’s ideas and beliefs. This spawns a healthy exchange, even in the religious venue. Overbearing people have not yet come to this understanding of how it works. They should try it. It is quite delightful to speak truthfully and honestly (but not forcefully) without embarrassment or reservation. To do this successfully, one must not pry into private matters. What is offered in the exchange must be according to each person’s desire to share out, and to what degree they feel comfortable. The more the boundary of safety is employed, where opinions are not condemned but encouraged, the more honest and deep the conversation will go, providing the people are not prone to gossip.

Human interactions benefit us as a people in many ways. For healthy interactions to happen, and happen well, there must be a sense of parity. For the dialogue to be safe and welcoming, the exchange of ideas needs an unwritten parameter, a courtesy factor, which then promotes equality in the discussion. My son and I talked about introverts and extroverts. His take is that we over emphasize the introvert label. This can be used as an excuse for not making a decided effort to connect with others. Make no mistake, we live to give, and giving is essential to good health.

When we take time for other people, we are given a sense of satisfaction. After the conversation or event is over, we find ourselves perked up by our now enlivened spirit. Being with other people in a positive way, builds us up even if we are on the quiet side or timid.  Life often is erratic and challenging, but that is when interactions with other people benefit us in a great way.  A support group, one with a common purpose, has the potential to make us stronger and to help us feel accepted and not so alone. An online community has this same power, especially when the people who participate in the group follow a code of ethics where a set of common courtesies is maintained. In the process, we learn from each other and find people with whom we have similar goals and purposes.  This is a win-win.

Healthy people, healthy ideas, healthy interactions, and healthy food all contribute to a positive spirit. Eat a bunch of unhealthy carbs, and you feel sluggish and your thinking is slow. Drink too much soda, eat too much sugary food, chomp on too many salty chips, and then you find yourself cranky and out of sorts. That is a common problem, but when we don’t overdo the bad stuff there is quite a difference in how we feel inwardly and how we act outwardly. Good food takes more time and effort to plan, to procure the right ingredients, to prepare, and to get used to eating. We learn to eat things like quinoa, kale, brown rice, and yams. It is amazing what we can learn to like.

It is nice to see the current trend toward healthy eating instead of fad diets. Dieting is a short term fix, but healthy eating is a life-style fix. We are doing ourselves and our kids a favor when we take good care of ourselves and keep our physical bodies in shape. Denial in this area catches up with us eventually. I’m working on improving the types and amount of food I eat. Good health makes a difference in how I relate to others. When I feel good, I am able to access more energy, and I am able to think better.  Then I can be in a happy place in myself and for others, which then encourages spontaneous, productive interactions and stimulating, enlivening conversations.

The conversation with my son made my day better. Our talk made me happy. I love to see the growth I observe in him. It was wonderful to share the bigger picture: the need to connect with others in significant ways, while also being true to our own beliefs and self. And then the follow-up idea: the pondering of how to be unselfish yet at the same time, self-actualized. The two may seem opposite but are not at odds if the intent is correct.

We need people who build us up, not bring us down. Those who demean us are never in our best interest. I suggest you create distance from them, either physically or mentally, or find a way to confront or address this in a proactive, and kind, way. People who go off on us are exhibiting their own stuff, their unresolved issues or frustrations with life. For example, we can say something like “I don’t do well when I am addressed with a “you” statement, because it makes me feel like I’m not seen as an equal when we talk.” An unhealthy interaction prohibits parity in the exchange. Those who give us something to think about, that which is life-giving or helpful, are the people who will encourage us to grow, challenge us to better things, and help us to become healthier people. We need these kinds of people in our lives.

People need people. We really do. There are some who need what we have to offer, who learn from us and are encouraged by us, and who grow from what we have to give. This is of great benefit to them and to us. Helping others has a way of making us better and stronger in the process. The key to all this–healthy conversations, interactions, and food–is to remain grateful and humble, and that is a good thing.

When Emotional Pain Unites and God Sets Free

“Your name is Norma?” she inquired in the form of a statement, “My name is Norma too.” She was the first person to greet me at the women’s conference where I would be speaking the next day. I appreciated her friendliness and welcoming smile. Her white-blond hair was long. She wore a full floor-length print skirt in keeping with the folksiness of the mountain community. Her eyes twinkled and her smile came naturally. I liked her immediately.

Our paths did not cross again until a few minutes before I was to speak the next afternoon. She entered the almost empty room where I had been praying and refreshing my thoughts in preparation for my upcoming talk. Bits of Norma’s story spilled out: Her birth as a preemie; the presence of physical pain most of her sixty-some years; her occupation as a nurse. There had been much hardship but God had been her resource. She said she was looking forward to my talk. She felt God wanted her to be in my class instead of the other choices, even though it wasn’t the one she would have chosen.

My talk was on the need for healing in the emotions through the touch of God. I stood before the eclectic mix of women. That I knew none of them within a personal context, really didn’t matter. We were sisters. Where there are sisters, there is bound to be pain. Pain is a uniter. Pain would bring us close and hope would bind us even closer. It was my desire to help these ladies before me to begin to heal. I wanted to provide guidance for this area of spiritual life is often a lonely and difficult journey. Other people don’t always understand.

In my talk I opened up about my life—the good girl who suffered in the hidden places behind the mask—who kept on keeping on as life delivered a roller coaster of emotional hits. I shared about my then dead feelings and lack of joy, which was my ever present reality in those days. Their presence was a silent shadow I could not shake. I explained how I kept close to God as the hurtful experiences piled up one after the other. And I shared with the ladies, how I loved and forgave and continued on as I believed any faithful Christian should do. Perseverance during the hard times was not the issue. The issue was, I didn’t know what to do with the pain. My story line continued on. . . the women were intently listening to my words. We were coming to the critical point that was made out of desperation, but would embrace my healing. . .

The breaking point came many years later. I was on empty and used up. I lost my husband; there was another woman. My job was ending, been down that road before and it’s a tough one. My five children were angry and hurting; I didn’t know how to help them nor what to do. My self sufficient reserves were depleted; I had nothing left to give. I told God I couldn’t do it anymore; He would have to do it. I loved the Lord. I trusted Him. But something had gone desperately wrong, and I didn’t know how to fix it. I reasoned: If I have to go through this, I want to learn in the process.

I made a decision that day which would change my life. It was more in the form of a declaration. First, I asked God to heal me. Next, I wrote a list of ten items I wanted God to change in me. I anchored my request with a vow to share everything I learned with anyone He put in my path, with other co-sufferers lost in the pain of a broken spirit and wounded life.

We were at the most important part of my talk, how to access healing. I shared how healing of my inward self came in increments, amazing moments when God reached in and revealed the buried pain to heal it and then set it free. It was a process: I surrendered, sought God, absorbed His word, and hungered for God. Now at the intersection where God could meet a need, I continued on.

During God’s help in healing me of a hurtful memory—the first time I was told I wasn’t loved—God helped me understand that when Christ suffered on the cross it was through His wounds and stripes I was being healed; how Christ had felt my pain and had been with me through it all. I cried so hard my heart hurt. Then amazing peace entered my soul.

A few days later I noticed that something was different in me. The inner sorrow and sadness were gone. Twinges of joy began to blossom within me. This was new. I felt like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon, drying its wings, getting ready for its virgin flight. To my utter amazement within a year every single item on my list had been touched by God, and I had gained intimacy of relationship with Him.

I answered a few questions and then retreated to the back of the room to an empty pew. My new friend Norma slipped in beside me. Her words were trembling, bursting forth. “God knew why I was supposed to be here today. You have no idea.” Then more of her backstory came out: the pain and suffering, the abuse, neglect and hurtful words. She explained her long-standing desire to live in the presence of joy.

Rock of JoyNorma opened her hand. A smooth brown stone with the word ‘Joy’ etched in it rested in her palm. “For years I have carried this stone with me as a reminder to have joy” she explained. It was her worry stone, there to keep her focused. “I want to give it to you.” Norma handed me her stone. Why is she giving it to me? I wondered. Norma’s face beamed. Her eyes sparkled. Her smile was pure radiance. “You see, I don’t need it anymore.” She was like a bird let out of a cage, set free on the inside. God had ministered to Norma in a special way.

Norma asked if she could purchase one of my books. I gave her one. With joy I signed it, “To Norma, ‘God Alone.’ Norma”

Have you ever meaningfully connected with a stranger? What was that like?