It’s dusk, and there’s a vehicle headed down the highway in my direction without its lights on, but when I go to flash my brights, I realize that my lights aren’t on either! This is always an embarrassing and humbling experience for me, yet, isn’t this simply the way of being human? My wounds and insecurities are so deep that they escape my limited scope of self-awareness, and so I must learn to depend on other people to reveal me to myself. For instance, my people-pleasing tendency is just my way of operating, yet, when I witness, with compassion and not judgment, how another person is spread thin and overwhelmed with anxiety as a result of such a behavior, a flash of insight comes over me, and all of a sudden I realize that this is how I have been living and why my life has felt so stressful all along. Let’s therefore have the courage to join the community of wounded-healers (Is 53:4) who trust that even our so-called defects of character serve some greater purpose. Let’s celebrate the splinters and beams (Mt 7:4) that make us human. Ave Crux, Spes Unica.
Another hum dinger!
Thank you!
You got it Sr. Margaret!
Sometimes this is so “on target” …
Thank you, that’s a great affirmation!