My new favorite saying is, "you're right." I probably shouldn't tell my husband about this post. Kidding aside, I have found such freedom in conceding when someone is right.
We live in a world where our rightness is our platform. If we concede that someone else is right, we may fall from that high place. Sometimes, y'all, other people are right. They aren't right to be mean. They are right because they are right.
I used to be the type of arguer that had to have the last word. My dad and I would get into epic battles because I had to prove to him that I was right. Forget what he had to say. I still fall back into this pattern occasionally. But, I am learning the freedom of allowing other people to be right.
I love having a conversation with someone where I am coming from a place voicing what I think is right and I see a different perspective that I didn't see before. Scott does this a lot when we talk. I will bring up a spiritual conversation, talk about the kids, something I am going through, politics, or whatever and he will take the other side more often than not. He is not trying to battle with me. He is helping me see the entire picture; or at least see things from a different vantage point. And you know what? Oftentimes, his point is right. It doesn't necessarily make my points, feelings, or thoughts invalid. It shifts my perspective.
I am also enjoying the freedom I feel when someone confronts something ugly in me and I can say, "You know what? You are right." I find this freeing because in that moment when I acknowledge what they are saying is true, I am owning my junk. I can't go anywhere but to deal with it after I acknowledge they are right. Once I own and deal with my junk, it's gone. No longer am I carrying this heavy baggage. I am free because I dealt with admitting someone else's right when they found fault in me. That's a good thing.
One place that I am still learning to cope with is when I approach someone about something and they tell me I am right. As much as I want to prove my point and have it be accepted, this takes my breath away sometimes. I think, "Oh, okay. You agree with me. Now what do I do with that? I thought it was going to be a battle to get here and it wasn't. Now I am lost and I don't know how to process this." It may seem strange that it's difficult for me to accept when someone agrees with my rightness, but it is. It's almost like I was bracing for conflict and when it didn't happen, I don't know what to do. I am a work in progress.
Accepting that others are right takes a bit of humility. I think many times we look at humility as a weak link. I don't mind being humble and hope I live as such. Accepting people's rightness is just another way to keep me humble. Bring on the humility:)
"Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love." Ephesians 4:2
Love & Blessings,
Meg
We live in a world where our rightness is our platform. If we concede that someone else is right, we may fall from that high place. Sometimes, y'all, other people are right. They aren't right to be mean. They are right because they are right.
I used to be the type of arguer that had to have the last word. My dad and I would get into epic battles because I had to prove to him that I was right. Forget what he had to say. I still fall back into this pattern occasionally. But, I am learning the freedom of allowing other people to be right.
I love having a conversation with someone where I am coming from a place voicing what I think is right and I see a different perspective that I didn't see before. Scott does this a lot when we talk. I will bring up a spiritual conversation, talk about the kids, something I am going through, politics, or whatever and he will take the other side more often than not. He is not trying to battle with me. He is helping me see the entire picture; or at least see things from a different vantage point. And you know what? Oftentimes, his point is right. It doesn't necessarily make my points, feelings, or thoughts invalid. It shifts my perspective.
I am also enjoying the freedom I feel when someone confronts something ugly in me and I can say, "You know what? You are right." I find this freeing because in that moment when I acknowledge what they are saying is true, I am owning my junk. I can't go anywhere but to deal with it after I acknowledge they are right. Once I own and deal with my junk, it's gone. No longer am I carrying this heavy baggage. I am free because I dealt with admitting someone else's right when they found fault in me. That's a good thing.
One place that I am still learning to cope with is when I approach someone about something and they tell me I am right. As much as I want to prove my point and have it be accepted, this takes my breath away sometimes. I think, "Oh, okay. You agree with me. Now what do I do with that? I thought it was going to be a battle to get here and it wasn't. Now I am lost and I don't know how to process this." It may seem strange that it's difficult for me to accept when someone agrees with my rightness, but it is. It's almost like I was bracing for conflict and when it didn't happen, I don't know what to do. I am a work in progress.
Accepting that others are right takes a bit of humility. I think many times we look at humility as a weak link. I don't mind being humble and hope I live as such. Accepting people's rightness is just another way to keep me humble. Bring on the humility:)
"Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love." Ephesians 4:2
Love & Blessings,
Meg
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