When I was growing up I believed that there were only 2 classes that people fit in . There was the weak class and then there was my class that was strong. I was an athlete ,played sports and was good at just about anything that I did. I loved to sing, dance, and make people laugh. I defended the weak because I believed it was my job ; I was the strong one. After a while of trying to help people I began to look down on some of them because I thought that they just didn’t want the help. I thought that they just didn’t want to get better .I became exhausted from trying to help them and most of the time walked away in my belief that they would never change. Because they didn’t want to. Later on through the years after some bad things happened to me…I fell into that weak mentality. I watched as people tried to help me. They tried to lift me up with their words , gave me encouragement. A couple even tried to help me with better jobs and I will always be grateful. My father bailed me out of my troubles many times , trying to lift my load and support me. My mother was my spiritual guide and source of encouragement. No matter what people tried to do to help me I just felt stuck and they couldn’t understand why. It was as if my feet wouldn’t move forward …I wanted to but my FEAR was bigger than my courage. I had many things blocking me. I lacked wisdom and was learning through what was happening to me, what had happened to those people that I had judged. God was changing my heart so that I could understand what it felt like to go from feeling strong and then becoming weak. It is often through our judgments of others that we find compassion when we are placed in the same position as they were. May we all learn the truth that sets us free.
