Saturday, February 12, 2011
I learned something last week, I am judgemental. I like to feel like I'm doing good, helping out the world, and living like I should. I'm growing in my faith and things are great. Some days this is all true, but lots more days, I think I overlook the yucko parts of me to help me feel all that happy stuff above. Even as I am writing this, I am finding ways to distract myself. I guess I really don't want to admit this, but I am a harsh critic of my fellow man. I there were several times last week when I heard someone say something and I immediately thought something mean and very not compassionate. I won't go into specifics because I think that would be unfair to those whom I was judging. Suffice it to say that, there was more than 1 occasion someone was asking for prayer and my first thought wasn't how I was going to pray for them. It was a judgement about their situation or the way they were handling it. Sunday God showed me that wasn't the right attitude. Who am I to say if they are doing the right thing or not? Am I living their lives? Am I walking in their shoes? Most certainly not. I don't know their inner being. God does, so he gets to decide if it is right or wrong. Not me. I've been working hard this week on not doing that and making my first response gentler and kinder. I'd love to say that I have it all under control now, but I"m sure I don't. I can't remember any massive failings this week as far as judgement goes, but I also have not been confronted with any situations to really react to this week. One step at a time I guess.