- It is a hefty challenge to stand up for what you believe without sounding like a pompous ass
- In I Corinthians 13, Paul says that without love, I am I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal
- Yikes, so much for thinking well of myself
- I thought of this one day when I was in a disagreement in Twitter. It was short and sweet and ended well because we both respect one another and wanted it not to explode into worse
- But even while typing my opinion / belief, I sounded condescending, even to myself
- I don’t want to be that kind of girl
- On the other hand, I don’t want to be a weak person that does not stand up for myself or my beliefs
- Religion–politics–lighted matches in a paper factory
This song is lovely
- I’ll get nowhere if I am afraid to speak my mind/heart
- There are times when silence is a better, more loving, more effective mediator
- Hey that’s good–silence is my mediator
- The trouble is I grew up in a home where silence was used as a weapon. I will admit to you, that I am afraid of it, and my greatest weakness is trying to fill in all the spaces with words and noises.
- I started fighting for myself (loudly) at about sixteen and it brought me only punishment
- My husband grew up in a loud, busy home where he was never heard
- How can there have been so many people there and no one was there for him? It breaks my heart.
- Bring both these people–grown now–together in marriage, and watch them try to get what they need without breaking each other. It just doesn’t work that way. It goes something like this song:
- It was hard on our kids with both silence and a great deal of noise, two grown people trying to get back what they missed, while still loving their own children desperately.
- We are still repairing these relationships.
- I have learned (it took years) that by giving I will solve at least some of these troubles
- Someone given to unconditionally wants to give back.
- A child accepted and heard will hold a useful, loving place in society. That doesn’t tend to include shooting up schools and nightclubs and driving over a crowded sidewalk.
- That’s what I was trying to say in Twitter one day, about love–
- But I don’t blame them for being angry–the love we’ve been given has been cheapened and that kind of love does not help anyone (and isn’t really love)
- What I wanted to say was that someone truly loved and wanted unconditionally doesn’t tend to use others.
- What I wanted to say was that being good to your family and being a good neighbor is not a worn-out custom. It helps.