People

The thing I love about people is that one's perception and expectations of them are always flawed, and always will be. The capability for change and the potential for growth of mankind is an astounding process that never ceases. No judgement is ever justified, for the enormity of factors that affect a single word or action constitute a complexity that transcends the mortal mind. Context is a concept that we, as imperfect beings, will never fully grasp.

I've been thinking a lot about this, in light of recent events. The first impressions of nearly everyone in my life have been, without fail, horribly off-base, and often affect the way I treat (or avoid) that person for some time afterwards. But recently I've reconnected with some very special people in my life. They are people who have taught me a lot about myself, both directly and indirectly. Through no fault of their own, I shut them out. And now, upon letting them back in, I have found so much happiness and peace. I will never learn enough the importance of forgiveness and love towards my fellow man. Every single time I think I have reason to be offended, hurt, or angry, I find that true healing comes in forgiving.

I love hearing people's stories. The ones that really dig deep. The ones that make it impossible to ever feel anything but love for them from that moment on. If I knew everyone that way, what a blessed woman I would be. But then, that's Christ's job, isn't it? He loves us all because He knows us all. Individually, and intimately. Our weaknesses, our strengths, our fears, our talents. ALL of our stories. And He loves us still. Sometimes I think I love people more for their flaws. Is that strange? There's something about weakness that brings us all together. It helps me realize that I'm not the only one who hates themselves sometimes. That there's someone else here who understands what it's like to be inadequate, fragile, and imperfect.


Yeah, I think I'd like to be more like Christ.