I just realized today that I have offended several people whom I never intended to. It hurts. I am struggling with dealing with it.
I long for friends who I can be real with and not either offend or be offended by. And who are real with me, knowing I will accept them. I am offended by very little and have trouble understanding how others think.
My mother was a very lonely person because she was so different from those she was around. I see the same pattern in my own life. It's difficult.
People counsel, "well, that's their problem." I don't see it that way. It's too callous. Truth can hurt (as apparently I do others, no matter how kindly I try to speak) but surely there is a place where love goes way beyond that.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
January 27, 2010
Labels:
Christianity,
hurts,
loneliness,
offense,
real,
selflessness,
Struggling,
wounds
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