Getting Told All About Yourself


What's the deal with this?
I told someone they hurt me not too long ago and they told me all about myself.
How I rip people up on my page.
For the life of me I can't find that post.
How I'm supposed to be setting an example.
Ha!
Me setting an example?
Not happening.
I mean who cares my feelings were hurt?
Who cares it took courage to speak up.
Told me all about myself.
Don't watch me, because I know for a fact I'm not going to get something right, I'm going to go off the deep end or say something crazy, or do something that makes everyone cringe.
You're not supposed to be watching me, you're supposed to be watching Jesus.
So, apparently it's this thing to rip the brethren to shreds.  When they say something biblically inaccurate, when they tell us they are hurt, when they do something we don't like, I guess for any reason.
I see it every single day.
When it happened to me I decided it was a good time to step back and take stock of the people in my life.
Who's really there for me?
Who really supports me and not just talks about supporting me.
Who gives me lip service and who really gives me their heart.
A lot of lip service goes on in our lives.
I can see hundreds of faces, all smiling, all I love you's and hugs, but how many of them are really there?
How many of them really mean what they are saying?
Maybe two dozen.
Maybe more, because I never really count them.
Always remember, nothing others do is because of you.
I know it's a tough one and we take everything so personally.
Nothing anyone else does is because of you.
They come at you crazy, say mean and cruel things, tell you all about yourself, but it's not because of you, it's their problem, it's what's going on with them.
You have nothing to do with it.


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