Skip to main content

On Being Self-Aware

Day #6

Some time ago I heard a guy on the radio talk about self-awareness.

He wondered if the people in our lives that we have to walk on egg shells around,

you know the ones who easily get their feelings hurt,
are quick to become offended
or explode into a tirade over the slightest perceived infraction,

if they KNOW what they do to us.

If they are self-aware enough to know they are tough to be around.

He imagined the conversation where he told them in general terms,

“You are tough to be around.”

He wondered if they would be surprised.

Hmmm… I wonder too.

This guy on the radio said he found it interesting that of all the moody people he knew, none of them are married to a moody spouse.

He went on to speculate that if two moody people got married that eventually one of them would have to suck it up and move on from their moodiness so that the marriage would have a chance of surviving.

Which would kind of prove that moody people ARE self-aware

and they subconsciously (or consciously) 
marry the opposite of themselves
so that they never have to change.


I talked about this issue with a friend and we likened it to this scenario:

It’s like having a friend call complaining that their cookies taste bad.

You go over the recipe with them and determine they forgot to add the flour.

Problem solved!

Then you get another call on another day from the same friend complaining the next batch of cookies taste bad.

When you ask if they put in flour they say no.

Problem solved.
They call again complaining about the cookies.

You tell them it’s the flour! You HAVE to add the flour!

 They can’t believe you are yelling at them. Don’t you think they can bake good cookies? They thought you were their friend!

You explain you are being a friend and that’s why you told them about the flour.

They decide that maybe just because you use flour that it doesn’t mean they should use flour.

You ask them if they are now happy with the taste of their cookies?

They respond that you just don’t understand! Not everyone can bake good cookies.

 Some people will never follow the recipe.

Whether they are self-aware about that fact?

I don’t know.

When our kids are little, we shape their self-awareness with constant reminders.

We tell them being rude isn’t nice.
Slamming doors is unacceptable.
Acting out in anger is not the right choice.
Certain language is inappropriate.
Being respectful is absolutely necessary.
Selfishness is not allowed.
Saying sorry is expected.

We remind them over and over and over again that they aren’t the boss.

We do all that with the goal that one day our kids will be self-aware enough to know when they are off.

And correct it all on their own.

Being self-aware.


God knew this was going to be hard for us. So He gave us the Holy Spirit as “a helper” to convict us.

To alert us to the areas where we aren’t being self-aware 

and He really needs us to be.

Just like we do for our kids, our sweet heavenly Father does for us.

Gentle reminders to
follow the recipe.

But for those people in our lives seeking enablers rather than truth?

God’s got it.

You aren’t the boss.

Just get out of His way.


  1. This post was quite thought provoking. I do know people like you described and yes don't we blame ourselves when like you say they are the ones not following the recipe.

  2. Karmen, you are such a hoot. But you are SO GOOD at making me think! I love the gentle but firm way you speak of the Holy Spirit in this post.

    Thanks so much for joining the Grace at Home party! I'm featuring you this week.

    1. Thanks, Richella! So happy your are safe from all the crazy weather.


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog


When life gives you a predicament,

a real one,
not what to cook for dinner or what to wear.
It is sooo easy to listen to what the world would have us to do
rather than God.
It’s easy to run to a person,
especially the one who will tell us we are always right,
always justified,
and give us the absolute easiest solution possible
with little to no growth  or change or skin off our own nose.
The world is such a liar.
And it is filled with liars.
Liars that we go to for counsel.
We hear from them that it’s okay to pursue happiness over character.
Selfishness over community.
Obsession over moderation.
Personal rights over sanctity of life.
It’s how “unschooling” was born.
And a ridiculous term called “affluenza”.
And a disturbing show called “My Strange Addiction”.
When did the world decide that telling a kid to sit down and do their homework was destructive?
Or employing accountability?
Or telling an adult that NO they cannot pretend  to be a lamp  or eat Draino?
Once we accept Christ and actua…

Spoon RIver

I keep humming "Moon River" when thinking about writing this post about this wreath.

Spoon, moon--that's how my mind works.

Yep, it is made out of plastic spoons. I love using things around the house for crafts. 
One day I will show you all the wreaths I have made from things found in my pantry.
[The teenage girl that lives next door thinks I have a problem. Like a Strange Addiction level of a problem. ]

I saw a few spoon wreaths done a few different ways online, but mostly I did my own thing.
Here is what I used to make this:
•Cheap white plastic spoons (2 boxes of 48 and then a few extras) •Cardboard cut into a circle (to glue spoons to) •Hot glue gun •Yellow and black paint •Ribbon
I started out with the cheapest white plastic spoons I could find at Kroger. They came in a box of 48. I used 2 boxes and then a few other spoons I found loose in my pantry. I had to seek them out because I broke a few spoons. 
You see, you have to remove the handle from the spoon. At first, I…

Table Decorating Ideas for a Women’s Luncheon

Every year our church does a women’s luncheon in the spring where women can sign up to decorate a table.

I love seeing all the different creative table decorations.

This year I did a 50s Diner theme:

I used record albums for chargers and Coke glasses that I already had. I gave each person a Coke to take home in a real glass bottle. Just like my grandfather had delivered to his house by the case each month.

In fact, that yellow wooden Coca-Cola crate is one of the crates the Cokes were delivered in. I use it on a small table top as an end table in my den.

I painted CDs with chalkboard paint and used chalkboard markers to color in the center of the “records” and write “The Diner”.

I borrowed a big parfait looking vase from Sumita and filled the bottom with turquoise gum balls I found at Target.

I made the top of the float out of a Styrofoam ball with fake carnations stuck in.  I added a red rose to look like the cherry on top. And of course a paper straw.

I used my Waffle House mugs too…