Move right on down to the comments, be honest and tell us. Then come back. I'll be happy to wait . . .
Well, lately, when I think of that word, what comes to my mind is the first line of A Tale of Two Cities.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity . . .Emphasis on "the epoch of incredulity . . ."
Really, I only remembered the very first part of that quote, but when I Googled it, and read further, I decided that a few phrases more and the quote would fit much better. Heh.
-- Fair warning: this concludes the humorous portion of today's post --
I have a great family. I know I am blessed.
-Are you expecting a "but" to go along with that?-
You'd be right.
Why is it so difficult for family to respect your boundaries? Does anyone else know people that claim to have your best interests at heart but they get tripped up over their own - agenda - for lack of a better word? They may want to do the right thing, but just can't seem to follow through? Someone that gives a bit, but takes gallons more and then does their darndest to make you feel guilty for how much they have done for you?
I am struggling today. Struggling with this very thing.
We are all human. Make mistakes. Are forgetful. And often selfish. **raising hand** And I am willing to forgive. Not for their sake, but for my own. It doesn't really hurt them one bit if I hold a grudge, but it does hurt me. And it puts a wedge in my relationship with God.
On one side we have the world that says, "You shouldn't have to put up with that kind of treatment" and on the other side we have God's perspective, "Turn the other cheek." He's forgiven me for so much. Put up with so much from me. I should be able to do the same, right?
Knowing that makes me wonder if I am the one being selfish for not wanting to continue a relationship with the person that has treated me and my immediate family so unjustly and is the cause of so much frustration. And the other part of me thinks it is a matter of self preservation to remove myself from any chance of any kind of contact. Ever.
My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations;
Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience.
But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.
I am struggling today.