I suspect there is hardly anything more revealing about the condition of our souls than how we deliver criticism… and how we receive it.
I pray regularly for my own growth in kindness, the sort of kindness that lets others know they’re loved, not judged. To the degree that I love others as I love myself, I should be praying this for them as well!
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Just got to apply this in the ER where my mom and I await our turn. Mom is like so many others in here: scrunched over in pain. Less than half are speaking my language. But, I think they understand us.
God bless you, sweet sister. I’m speaking now with God about your mother and you. And the ones who witness your life in Christ.
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