Diary…of kindness

When I started this blog, I started it under an Avatar photo and have never said my full name.  I did that on purpose.  At times, it’s like you are reading my diary.  My personal thoughts that I feel the need to write down here.  My stories from my teaching career, my adventures with food, and yes, my life with invisible diseases.  If you were to open any one page of a diary you wrote, could you tell what you were feeling on that particular day?  Throughout my writing, people have asked me how I stay so positive.  That is until my last post.  I did not read it as not positive.  On the contrary, I read it as I was making progress…especially from where I was two weeks ago.  It hardly seems two weeks ago…I don’t tell you the truly personal events of my life as people have figured out who writes this now.

I hope you have read the whole story, and not just one page and made an assumption.  I hope you read the posts about the homeless, poverty, and the ghetto.  I hope you read the beginning years, where I have come from.  To condemn a person for one snapshot of their life seems awfully harsh to me…especially if you read into this that it was ever about you.  The entire time I have written, it has never been about anyone else.  It is not about your journey.  What’s even more amazing to me is to get condemnation from someone who doesn’t speak to me…ever.  Not one phone call, ever.  Who can take words from a page, and not know what my thoughts were behind it.  Not see the picture in my mind as I see it.  It reminds me of a story that was read to me once called Each Kindness.  You really have no idea how the story is going to turn out, even from the words.  You keep hoping there is going to be a lesson and a happy ending.  You guess what is going to happen next, but you don’t know.  You read into it because you want it to end happy.  You even make up an alternate ending because you just don’t know.  Life is like that.  You read into it because you just don’t know.

For those of you who have been with me for a while, I wanted to say thank you.  Thank you for listening with your heart.  Not your eyes.

Romans 2:1-3

Therefore you have no excuse, O man, every one of you who judges. For in passing judgment on another you condemn yourself, because you, the judge, practice the very same things. We know that the judgment of God rightly falls on those who practice such things. Do you suppose, O man—you who judge those who practice such things and yet do them yourself—that you will escape the judgment of God?




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