What you said at work today, that really hurt. I know I smiled and seemed to move on, but I remember still the pain. I look at myself, search my own work and relationships to see where I have failed, and I see so much failure. I berate myself for my mistakes, and yet am frustrated that you seem so unconcerned and oblivious of your own. So quick are you to point out the faults of others, yet you never acknowledge your own.
But when I step back and allow myself space, I see more. I see you as the single mom, struggling to make it to the next paycheck, living without joy. I see you as the woman who has been fighting for control all of her life, and now, with sickness and health problems, is clinging to the bits of control she has. I see you as the bachelor who has had his fling at women and drink, who is now growing old with nothing to show for his existence besides a busted back and a sordid attitude. I see those who do not extend mercy to others because perhaps they seldom have mercy extended to them.
I do not condone the things you do. I still see them as sin. But seeing your life in perspective helps me to understand and to love you better.
But when I step back and allow myself space, I see more. I see you as the single mom, struggling to make it to the next paycheck, living without joy. I see you as the woman who has been fighting for control all of her life, and now, with sickness and health problems, is clinging to the bits of control she has. I see you as the bachelor who has had his fling at women and drink, who is now growing old with nothing to show for his existence besides a busted back and a sordid attitude. I see those who do not extend mercy to others because perhaps they seldom have mercy extended to them.
I do not condone the things you do. I still see them as sin. But seeing your life in perspective helps me to understand and to love you better.
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