On Being the "Bigger" Person

When the long-awaited email arrived it was filled with phrases like, we’ll “take care of the rest at our leisure” and “at the end of the day it’s only $150 more for them, but saves me a lot of hassle.”

Having asked the buyers of our home to split the cost of Radon mitigation fifty-fifty, we were surprised and disappointed at their reply suggesting we pay for the first part of the process, which more than likely would leave them paying nothing.    

I wished the realtor hadn’t forwarded the buyer's actual email, because something about her easy-breezy attitude set me off.  Beyond being irked at the possibility of more money out of pocket, I had a strong desire to “set things straight” with this twenty-something who I felt was whining her way through the privilege of planning a wedding and honeymoon while buying a new house. 
Overall, we felt our offer was reasonable, but I kept getting snagged by the emotions of it all and spent a day or more stomping through the house rehearsing indignant phrases in my head –
Well, if she thinks buying a house is a hassle, then just imagine moving with four kids in tow. 
Think money’s tight with a wedding to plan? Try feeding a family of six.  and
Boy, if planning a week-long honeymoon cruise is too much of a hassle, then give it to me – I’ll take it.
(I also practiced these lines on my husband and a few unsuspecting bystanders.) 
My husband agreed that the tone of the email was annoying and that our original offer was reasonable, but we were anxious to move forward and it was hard to know how to respond.  Neither of us wanted to be stubborn, but it just didn’t feel right to have to spend the money. 
Eventually, as I stewed my way through the living room picking up after the kids, I found myself praying, “God, help me to be the bigger person.” 
I wanted to be the person who could swallow such a situation whole without hesitation, downing the hurt and frustration like a Big Mac and pushing back from the table with ease.  But as soon as the prayer was formed, I heard in my mind the words of John the Baptist,
He must become greater, I must become less. John 3:30
Being the “bigger person” involves holding on to the hurt yourself, absorbing it like a sponge and carrying it with you in a way that lets you show it off like a battle wound; being the “bigger person” may involve giving in, but it isn’t the same as letting go. 
I knew then that if we agreed to the buyer's demands, I would need to do so in a way that embodied surrender.  Because who wants to carry around, forever, the words of a silly young girl who’s stressed about planning some of the biggest events of her life?
In the end, we held our ground and the buyers dropped the issue all together, so all’s well that ends well.  In the process, though, I learned how deceptive the human heart can be – how I wanted to believe that giving the appearance of surrender might somehow buy me the true freedom that comes only with letting go. 

Once again I was confronted by the curious math of God's Kingdom whereby Christ takes on the weight of what we could never bear so that we could be not bigger, but free.   

This post is linked with Jennifer and Emily.

1 comment:

  1. oh girl. i love your heart. isn't it funny how, when we're young, things seem so stressful and then when we become mothers we suddenly realize we had no idea what stress was, way back then! i love how you allowed God to transform your heart through all of this. bless you as you move. xo