There’s really no in between with me. I’m either for you or I don’t care. I feel love or indifference. I do have a rather blunt personality. Because of this, I don’t tolerate disorder and mess well. I don’t revel in it. And it sure enough does not make my liver quiver. I’m a very solitary person. I enjoy being home, spending time with my son, and yup, that’s about it. Church, home, and work are my only little hideouts. My life is pretty peaceful overall, but I’m beginning to understand the reason that solitude has become my new best friend. I either trust too easily or I am overly weary of people. I need to find a midpoint between the two.
I’ve been hurt more times than you can count, and it all happened from trusting too much, or maybe just trusting the wrong people period. I’ll find that one positive trait in someone and I’ll build a whole friendship based on an expectation that I’ve created without even realizing it.
I said ALL that to say this…
We (and I mean I) have to accept people for who they ARE, and not who we (I) expect them to be. Disappointment grows when we (I, you get the point) build ridiculously high, 10 foot standards that people have no possible way of measuring up to. Maya Angelou said it best, “When people show you who they are…BELIEVE THEM.”
I told you I wasn’t perfect. I never intended to tell the world all my secrets, but I’m understanding now, in my walk with God, that change only comes when you face your flaws, accept them as opportunities for growth, and step back so that He can step in.
Now you know this part of me. That makes me accountable to you.
Please bepatientwithme. God is not through with me yet.