I wish people knew when to say something and when not to say something. And perhaps that’s a lesson I need to learn myself, but I’m a little weary of all the words I’m hearing lately.
I once heard that if people say something rude it’s because they don’t know who they are. I think that’s true, and I think I just have to remind myself of that. I have to keep speaking truth and showing love to people, regardless of what they say. Because that’s what Jesus did for me; he loved me even when I lost sight of who I was and betrayed him.
I wish it wasn’t so hard, but then again, it’s the narrow path I’m choosing to walk, a path so beautiful and simple yet desiring every part of me. I have to lay down my life to find it everyday. I know it’s worth it, but sometimes I don’t feel like it is.
That’s when trust comes in, I suppose.