Prodigal Magazine

All This Drew Me In

It’s funny the things you miss when you move out of state. I spent a long Christmas vacation back in my hometown, well into the New Year, and this meant Birthday Cake. It had been at least three years since my favorite cake passed my lips.

My last Friday in town, Mom made the Angel Food cake with caramelized sweetened condensed milk and whipped cream. I’ve never encountered it outside of family gatherings but —

it is a most holy concoction.

Mom lit three candles in the cake instead of the requisite 33 and then my parents serenaded me with Happy Birthday, the room lit only by the glowing candles. Mom sang it straight, while Dad supplemented with strange noises and off timing, ensuring my laughter for the duration of the song.

I wanted to stay in this moment: the glow of the candles, good food, exquisite cake, my parents’ love for me. All this drew me in. I leaned forward to blow out the candles. The faint warmth of the flame tickled my cheeks. And then poof. The flames out, the dining room lights flipped back on, the cake ready to be served.

I still felt lit from within.

I savored each bite of cake. I reflected on the year to come, the goals I seek, and the woman I want to be.

I saw quite a few friends while back home. One in particular makes you feel better about yourself and life whenever you’re around her. I’ve described Karin this way as long as I’ve known her. I’ve wondered how people described me. Did people feel better about themselves after spending time with me? Or was I someone to see out of obligation?

It is hard to accurately see oneself. I hope people walk away from me feeling lighter in spirit but I no longer know for sure. About 6 months ago I ended a friendship. While I’ve enforced boundaries here and there, I’ve never had to cut someone off altogether.

It felt like a break-up and I often couldn’t believe it was what needed to be done.

I love getting to know people and hearing their stories. I have a wide group of friends from all corners of my life. I also have a small inner circle. These are the few to whom I entrust my secrets and deepest dreams. These are the friends of a lifetime. I still do not understand what happened to this particular friend, one of the inner circle.

How had her personality and very demeanor morphed into someone I no longer recognized?

Before I moved to Nashville, I began dreading our interactions, knowing it would be filled with a litany of complaints and I would walk away heart-heavy. Any attempt to open her eyes to her increasing negativity, even about good things, backfired. After I moved, I thought the friendship would ebb away, only for her to heap unrealistic expectations upon me. Even so, I didn’t want to take the hard stance until there was no other choice.

The situation made me doubt my keen sense of discernment.

Had I missed something when we first met or had she changed along the way? It made me question how others viewed me. Did I react to her negativity a la the pot calling the kettle black? After much soul-searching and prayer, I don’t think so. But there’s always room for improvement.

I don’t want to be a drain on the people in my life, whether friend or family, acquaintance or stranger. I want to be the light beckoning people closer, even if just a brief interaction.

To be a blessing instead of a curse, to infuse hope instead of frustration.

Poet David Whyte wrote, “There is no house like the house of belonging.” A gorgeous poem through and through, that particular line stands out. I am not a house, it’s true. I can, however, love people. I can cultivate a sense of belonging in my community. Whether it’s taking time to ask the Publix cashier about her day or spending a few hours listening to a friend, I can belong in the moment.

I can let Christ’s love shine through me. I can be the whisper of a flame shining forth.

May it be so.

[Photo:  Tela Chhe, Creative Commons]

About The Author

Leigh Kramer is on a quest; she’s living life on purpose. Her to-do list might look something like this: leave life in the Midwest for Nashville, Tennessee with only fried pickles for comfort, quit steady job as a social worker to chase that dream of writing at last, suck the marrow out of life’s in-between places and revel in the now at every turn. She is a contributor at A Deeper Family and Prodigal Magazine. Leigh shares this journey through words of transparency, heart, and just a dash of pluck at LeighKramer.com and on Twitter at @hopefulleigh.

  • http://www.facebook.com/people/Katherine-Harms/602268732 Katherine Harms

    I loved reading about your effort to salvage a friendship that had become something else. I was not reared to make friends, and in my adult life, I have struggled with that issue. I have reached a place where I do make friends — slowly. When I goof and breach the relationship because of ignorance or big mouth, I really don’t know what to do to fix things, but I pray to grow a little.
    I felt kinship when you said that you take time to ask the Publix cashier about her day. I should do that. So far, I have worked up the courage to say “The peace of Christ be with you,” as any cashier is handing me my receipt. Some say nothing. Some look puzzled. Some say ‘Thank you.’ One lady cried and told me about a friend’s death. I knew I had met a fellow Christian when one lady replied, “And also with you.” I seem not to be able to build a lot of close personal friendships, but I am convinced that sharing Christ’s peace wherever I go is a way to be a friend to people who may or may not be better than I am at relationships.
    Great post! Thank you for sharing this difficult experience.

    • http://www.leighkramer.com/ HopefulLeigh

      Katherine, whether you make friends slowly or quickly, I love your intentionality in figuring this out, especially because you did not learn this growing up. It’s important to recognize that despite our best intentions, we likely will hurt our friends at some point and what matters is our posture in responding. Are we open to hearing how we’ve failed and committed to doing better? Are they willing to do the same for us? Keep mustering that courage to speak up. You never know how someone will respond.

  • http://twitter.com/ThisGalsJourney Jennifer Deibel

    You drew me in to this post from the very start. So well said. And such a hard lesson… But I, too, wonder how people feel in my wake after I pass by. I k ow what I hope and pray…but often times have a sinking feeling its not quite what I hope.

    • http://www.leighkramer.com/ HopefulLeigh

      Thank you, Jen. It’s been a hard but eye-opening road. I’ve been mindful of my interactions with strangers ever since working retail in high school and college. I *never* wanted to treat anyone the way I and my coworkers were treated- and this was at a Christian bookstore, no less. But I want to go a step further and to bless people, friend or stranger, by our interaction. Not thinking more highly of myself but truly focusing on whomever is before me.

  • http://everydayawe.com/ Stephanie Spencer

    First of all, that cake sounds awesome. Second, it’s so good to see you on Prodigal!

    Third, I think friendships can be so challenging. Thank you so much for sharing about your experience here.

    One thing I have bumped into is trouble with the inner circle you were talking about. It’s natural and good that each of us have only a small group of people with whom we share our deepest selves. Sometimes, though, one person sees a friendship as an inner circle, while the other sees it a middle or outer circle. That can cause a lot of tensions and mis-matched expectations. Some friendships cannot survive it. I think the key is when the person who is looking for inner circle does not take it personally that the other person is not, and adjusts.

    I think how you handled this difficult friendship sounds so wise. We need to be strong and set boundaries when it is required, while at the same time, engaging in a process of self-examination.

    • http://www.leighkramer.com/ HopefulLeigh

      Stephanie, the cake is out of this world good. I want moar.

      That’s a good point about mismatched expectations and whether you see yourselves as having the same level of friendship. Both friends have to be willing to grow together, to accept feedback and constructive criticism, and to offer grace and acceptance through it all. We all recognize some friendships are only for a season but that doesn’t make them less necessary or good for us. Above all, we need to get into the practice of communicating our expectations (or really, just our needs) of friendship instead of simmering when people “let us down.” That’s something I’ve worked on especially hard the last decade.

  • http://www.inamirrordimly.com/ Ed_Cyzewski

    I’m a big fan of boundaries, but I think that I sometimes take things a little too far and try to simply protect myself without reaching out to others. All that to say, if a friendship does go toxic, I just withdraw, and I’m not so sure that’s a good thing since I haven’t given the other person a chance to know what’s up. You know?

    • http://www.leighkramer.com/ HopefulLeigh

      I totally get this. I’ve had to grow into a person who can lovingly confront someone for the sake of our friendship. I’ve come to see it as a sign of health. We don’t relish the process but it can lead to growth. And if the other person doesn’t see your point of view or can’t respond with grace, then you have your answer before you. I always ask myself whether I would want to be confronted about poor behavior/attitude/ignorance and then go from there.

  • Meridee

    I found your article very transparent and interesting. I suppose you could not tell us more of the story without divulging someone’s identity, but I am wishing you had! What kind of behavior would make you cut someone off completely. I understand she was negative, but an example would help me understand more fully. I’m snoopy. :)

    • http://www.leighkramer.com/ HopefulLeigh

      Ah, Meridee. I certainly understand your curiosity. Out of respect for the person involved, I can’t share any more details. To fully divulge the history of this friendship would not be fair to her or me. What happened is unfortunate and did not occur without much prayer, anguish, and frustration on my part.

  • http://www.emergingmummy.com/ Sarah Bessey

    Beautiful, Leigh. Well done, well lived.

    • http://www.leighkramer.com/ HopefulLeigh

      Thank you, friend.

  • http://charityjilldenmark.wordpress.com/ Charity Jill Erickson

    Yes, very well said. The nostalgia that you describe at the beginning of the piece connects to your meditation on a lost friendship in a way that is familiar to me.
    Several years ago now, I had a pretty messy “friend break-up” too. But now that it’s so far in the past, I find myself getting lost in nostalgia for the good parts of that old friendship–for the particular quality of laughter that I shared with this friend, that I haven’t quite been able to share with anyone else since.
    I’ve found that people often don’t understand why breaking off a relationship that was “just a friendship” is so serious, but it can be very difficult and very wounding. You are “cultivating a sense of belonging” by sharing your story with those of us who have struggled in similar ways.

    • http://www.leighkramer.com/ HopefulLeigh

      The nostalgia is the hardest part of any break up, whether it’s a friend or significant other, because at some point there was a reason you were drawn together. It makes it harder to draw those necessary lines because we remember who they once were and it can be hard to reconcile the difference. A part of me hopes one day we’ll be able to move beyond this but the reality is it will probably never happen and I have to be OK with that. Most days I am. Blessings to you as you sift through the broken pieces of your relationship.

  • Anonymous

    I struggle with that question of whether people enjoy my company or not. Lately, my mother has been that friend you described, the one with negative-coloured glasses and unreasonable expectations. And I catch myself falling into that same web.

    Hoping that some distance (since we work together) when we move will help me ease off the negativity.

    • http://www.leighkramer.com/ HopefulLeigh

      It’s that much harder when the person in question is family, isn’t it? Figure out your boundaries and your breaking point and go from there. We don’t have to allow ourselves to be pulled into someone else’s issues.

  • pastordt

    Lovely story-telling, Leigh. Sorry for the pain of breaking off a formerly close relationship – that is tough and most of us (me included) would probably just sort of drift away, allowing distance to grow, without confronting! Probably healthier (and maybe even easier?) in the long run to deal with things directly. And then ask those hard questions of ourselves: am I being the kind of friend I want to have?

    • http://www.leighkramer.com/ HopefulLeigh

      Thank you, Diana! To be honest, I hoped it would naturally ebb away once I moved. I knew things weren’t going to change but I had no idea how much worse it would get. It was a hard lesson to learn but confirmed what I already believed to be true about the power and health of confrontation.

  • http://www.tanyamarlow.com/ Tanya Marlow

    I love the quiet reflectiveness of this piece.
    And ” I’ve wondered how people described me. Did people feel better about themselves after spending time with me? Or was I someone to see out of obligation?” – those are the questions I constantly ask myself.

    I figure, as long as you’re asking them, it’s probably okay, right? It means you’re self-aware? Doesn’t it??

    Lovely to see you here xx

    • http://www.leighkramer.com/ HopefulLeigh

      Ha! Yes, I’m nothing if not self-aware but I do believe those are universal questions. We want people to want to spend time with us and to enjoy that time. The next step is being intentional about how that happens. I’m sure people feel better after spending time with you, Tanya! I know I’m looking forward to the day we’re in the same room.

  • http://twitter.com/Piano_Jo Jo Inglis

    And all this drew me in. Love the way this story gently wanders along and the way that bit that
    the bit that packs the punch ‘about 6 months ago I ended a friendship’ is so melded
    into the mellow narrative.

    I chose to confront for the first time 4 years ago when the goalposts in a close friendship shifted (one of those where you anticipate sharing all your children’s weddings, but it is now not to be). It
    was painful & messy, not to mention feeling an abject failure at the time as pastor’s wife who could not fix it.

    I see here you have walked through the same and don’t dismiss it as something that can just happen to anyone. Thank you x

    • http://www.leighkramer.com/ HopefulLeigh

      Jo, I’m so sorry to hear of your friendship ending. It is so messy and painful and I completely relate to that feeling of helplessness. I hope you can take comfort in the relationships you do have and have no regrets in choosing to confront this person. I’ve made peace with the knowledge that true character emerges during confrontation and some will be willing to move forward and grow together while others will not.

  • http://sandraheskaking.com/ Sandra Heska King

    The whisper of a flame. May it be so with me, too.

    And I’m on the hunt for that condensed milk recipe… Yum!

    • http://www.leighkramer.com/ HopefulLeigh

      I’m glad this resonated with you, Sandra. I hope you find the recipe! It’s a keeper.

  • http://twitter.com/life_edited Amanda Williams

    I love how the beautiful birthday imagery leads so naturally into reflection and a deeper part of your story. I love your heart, too, but you knew that already.