When I ask you to
listen to me and you start giving me advice, you have not done what
I asked.
When I ask you to
listen to me and you begin to tell me why I shouldn't feel that way,
you are trampling on my feelings.
When I ask you to
listen to me and you feel you have to do something to solve my
problem, you have failed me, strange as that may seem.
Listen! All I
asked was that you listen, not to talk or do -- just hear me.
Advice is cheap; twenty
cents will get you both, Dear Abby and Billy Graham in the same
newspaper.
And I can do for
myself. I am not helpless. Maybe discouraged and faltering, but not
helpless.
When you do something
for me that I can and need to do for myself, you contribute to my
fear and inadequacy.
But when you accept as
a simple fact, that I do feel what I feel, no matter how irrational,
then I can quit trying to convince you and can get about the
business of understanding what's behind this irrational feeling. And
when that's clear, the answers are obvious and I don't need advice.
Irrational feelings
make sense when we understand what's behind them.
Perhaps that's why
prayer works, sometimes, for some people -- because God is mute, and
He/She doesn't give advice, or try to fix things. They' just listen,
and let you work it out for yourself.
So please listen and
just hear me. And if you want to talk, wait a minute for your turn
-- and I'll listen to you.
