The story...
A friend of mind mocked what I was doing one day - they alluded to my way of living as kind of trivial or unimportant. I guess they may have been: comparing their life to mine, wanting something more from me, or maybe it was just a habit of putting me in my place so that they might feel "okayer." I needed friendship-love and I got chisels and sandpaper - biting, rough, dusty, and uncomfortable.
What do I do about it? Do I let them know how being marginalized feels? Do I treat them similarly? Do I set up new boundaries to prevent future corrosion and hurt? Or, do I treat me with the love, respect and tenderness that I don't often receive from others? I'd rather actually be okay, in the light of day, with who I truly am - know and value me.
I hope that everybody attending the only church in town will feel okay, loved, and supported within the Body of Christ. Why? They are gifted with what we need. If your mom wasn't gifted to be nurturing, you'll fill find nurturing mom's who are empowered and freer to love. Your mom will be free to exercise and give her gifts too.
We're okay when we trust what the Son of God did on our behalf. Our self-willed attempts to be good and accepted by others are powerless. He's risen from the dead and seated at the right-hand of God making intercession for those who trust in Him and His GREAT work. He says that belief/trust/faith in the atoning work of the Lamb of God positions us with Him. I'm safe, sound, and empowered in Christ.
Just for today...
"When I treat myself with love and tenderness, I am better able to deal with the challenges that life presents. I have a chance to feel good, even surrounded by crisis." Courage to Change (p. 290)
"Your reflection; Ain't in me - Your prodigy; Won't be."
"Mold and shape; To no avail - "Helping" ideas; Truly assail."
"Try to act ; Can I be? - Christ saved ; Truly me." Am I a Poet?
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