Why is it that we have the idea in our heads that we must judge one another? Everyone on this earth has at some point made a mistake, whether it is something small such as forgetting to mop the floor on a Saturday or something pretty big such as killing another human being and everything in between. When we make mistakes we are ashamed of, naturally as human beings we want to hide it. We do everything in our power to not feel the humiliation that ultimately comes of the word getting out. Human nature is to worry about what other people are thinking about and saying about you.
Recently, I made some mistakes and did some things I am not proud of. I did my best to keep it a secret, but . . . word got out. I'm not going to bore you with the details, because this blog post is not meant to be a pity party, it's meant to be enlightening. Opening people's eyes to the fact that what they say does hurt. You might think you're saying it to only one person, but one person leads to another person, and so on eventually reaching the person the gossip and stories are about. That's exactly what happened in my situation.
I hate to say it, but suicide was an option in my mind. I couldn't figure out how I was going to get out of my hurt. I've tried to be good, but no one's perfect. I couldn't figure out how I could rebuild my goody-goody-two-shoes reputation back when I had been so hideously hurt and defiled. My mind was a dark abyss of despair. Nightmares were all I had in my sleep. I contemplated knives, pills, burning . . . so many horrible ways to end it all.
Then one day I woke up and it hit me. God, Jesus Christ and I know what happened, we know that I am beautiful, I have been forgiven, They know my heart and They love me. Someone who had made a mistake! Christ atoned for our sins so that we can be free from a guilt so heavy it leads some to suicide. It's the same for each and every one of us, we have a work to do here on this earth, and no one will be able to do is as well as you can.
As of now, I feel healthy again. Again the only reason I'm telling you my story, is to help you understand, contemplate and realize, what you say makes a difference! I don't want to force my beliefs on you, but I feel that in order for our society to function well, we must understand our impact on other people. When you're feeling down, make it a point to serve, compliment and help someone in need. It'll help that person as well as helping you know how special YOU are and how much of a difference you can be in the world. Ghandi said, "Be the change you wish to see in the world," I challenge you to do just that! You can make a difference, you! Please, this is my plea, don't hurt others. Think about what you're going to say, before you say it. Could this potentially hurt someone? If yes, then don't say it.
In conclusion, I'd like to share some of my favorite scripture from John section 8, I hope you make a point in your life to consciously think about what you're going to do, say, etc. It's not our place to judge. Only God has the authority to do that.
Who are we to judge someone when we, ourselves, walk in imperfect ways?
John 8
1 Jesus went unto the mount of Olives.
Recently, I made some mistakes and did some things I am not proud of. I did my best to keep it a secret, but . . . word got out. I'm not going to bore you with the details, because this blog post is not meant to be a pity party, it's meant to be enlightening. Opening people's eyes to the fact that what they say does hurt. You might think you're saying it to only one person, but one person leads to another person, and so on eventually reaching the person the gossip and stories are about. That's exactly what happened in my situation.
I hate to say it, but suicide was an option in my mind. I couldn't figure out how I was going to get out of my hurt. I've tried to be good, but no one's perfect. I couldn't figure out how I could rebuild my goody-goody-two-shoes reputation back when I had been so hideously hurt and defiled. My mind was a dark abyss of despair. Nightmares were all I had in my sleep. I contemplated knives, pills, burning . . . so many horrible ways to end it all.
Then one day I woke up and it hit me. God, Jesus Christ and I know what happened, we know that I am beautiful, I have been forgiven, They know my heart and They love me. Someone who had made a mistake! Christ atoned for our sins so that we can be free from a guilt so heavy it leads some to suicide. It's the same for each and every one of us, we have a work to do here on this earth, and no one will be able to do is as well as you can.
As of now, I feel healthy again. Again the only reason I'm telling you my story, is to help you understand, contemplate and realize, what you say makes a difference! I don't want to force my beliefs on you, but I feel that in order for our society to function well, we must understand our impact on other people. When you're feeling down, make it a point to serve, compliment and help someone in need. It'll help that person as well as helping you know how special YOU are and how much of a difference you can be in the world. Ghandi said, "Be the change you wish to see in the world," I challenge you to do just that! You can make a difference, you! Please, this is my plea, don't hurt others. Think about what you're going to say, before you say it. Could this potentially hurt someone? If yes, then don't say it.
In conclusion, I'd like to share some of my favorite scripture from John section 8, I hope you make a point in your life to consciously think about what you're going to do, say, etc. It's not our place to judge. Only God has the authority to do that.
Who are we to judge someone when we, ourselves, walk in imperfect ways?
John 8
1 Jesus went unto the mount of Olives.
2 And early in the morning he came again into the temple, and all the people came unto him; and he sat down, and taught them.
6 This they said, tempting him, that they might have to accuse him. But Jesus stooped down, and with his finger wrote on the ground, as though he heard them not.
9 And they which heard it, being convicted by their own conscience, went out one by one, beginning at the eldest, even unto the last: and Jesus was left alone, and the woman standing in the midst.
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