I do wonder sometimes, What it is people see when they see their fellow man.
I think many times, the judgement that flows so freely from people is due to ignorance.
It is easy to judge when you have never stood in a person's shoes.
Easy to feel superior.
To say...I would never stoop to ______.
You pick it.
I see it every day.
How could she _____....I would never.
Have you ever been put in that situation.
I read what can only be termed a disgusting comment.
A person was irritated because the mother of a terminally ill child asked for help.
This person said "If you can't take care of your children, you shouldn't have had them."
This was obviously a fly by.
You know the type, troll and run.
Except they did it to a woman who is losing her child.
This commenter has never been to the point in her life where she had to ask for help.
Good for her.
When I was 30, I was in the same space.
I never thought I would get to a place emotionally that I would need someone to share my load.
A few years later, I knew better.
It's called compassion.
And life will teach it to you.
Give it time.
And here is what I wrote and I think it applies to situations big and small.
To that hooker you see on a corner.
To that fat lady in line at mcdonalds...
To the emotionally illiterate individual trolling the internet, seeking to feel a chimera of superiority...
We have no concept of what is going on in the lives of others...none.
There but for the grace of God Go I...
So this is what I wrote:
You have never had to ask for help lexy?
I pity you. It's one of life's great humbling moments...the day you discover that you aren't God, and even with every good intention and all the hard work in the world, somehow and somewhere life has brought you up short.
When you find you are incomplete in your wholeness and now must rely, not just on your friends..but On God as well. Or you would never make it through with your sanity intact. I know, I have been there. I have had hard times, my brother diagnosed with a terminal illness..my husband deployed four times to iraq, and a miscarriage...and I have been to the bottom emotionally, But.. I have nothing in my life that can compare to the PAIN it must be to wake up daily and watch your child suffer. No tank of gas, or gift card can bring back the years of living this child would have had. Whether anyone ever understands how many kids she has or doesn't have...it's not their concern. As friends, they are willing to help. Not judge. And By God, I hope you never stand in those Iron shoes, my friend.
So, as Christ said "I desire mercy, not sacrifice."
As Christians...why aren't we out there extending mercy. This world needs it by the truckload.
Not one more uppity Christian with a need to lord it over others about how perfectly they have managed their lives...when really, it's the grace of God.
It's the three inches that seperated my daughter from a speeding 4 wheeler 4 years ago that saved me from being the mother of a dead child...it was my going to church and finding God at the age of 12, that probably saved me from promiscuity and a teen pregnancy....
The fact that I had A good man willing to work through the issues that life presented, that lived through all our separations, and survived ptsd and was willing to get healed from that, that saved my marriage from divorce.
Two healthy kids.
not merit, but Grace.
A home and a job.
Some merit, a lot of Grace.
So...don't think your perfect because your blessed.
Because your blessed.