I've been married three years. On July 30th. I feel so much older than 25. Oh, well. Life is a give and take of sorts. Being young and pretty, nice and thin...I traded that for marriage and a baby, both very wonderful things, but my body took some wear and tear along with that. I still don't feel like myself, but I'm incredibly blessed to be with someone who sees me as I am and thinks I'm beautiful.
Marriage is pretty hard. Having a baby is even harder. Being unemployed for months then starting a stressful job where I take people's kids away, it's a wee bit rough. Want to know what's weird? I'm not all that stressed. For once in my life, I feel like I belong.
Sometimes I look at people and I feel pity for them. I didn't realize until the last year that pity is one of the worst things I could give someone. People don't want pity. They want help, but they don't want to admit it. They will spend hours, days, and years trying to convince others that they don't need anyone and they definitely don't want pity.
I see plenty of messed up things. It's like looking into a dirty and broken mirror. I spend time trying not to notice how easily I could be like one of these people who beat, burn, and neglect their children. I don't pity them that much anymore, because it doesn't matter what happened months or years ago. They are where they are now, and there's no changing what was. They can only go forward. Some of them refuse to, others need some nudging or pushing. Three years. That and more is how long some of these kids have been away from family. As a Christian, I am called to love the orphans and widows. I am spending most of my time with orphans lately. The grace of God shows up in the strangest of places.
Marriage is pretty hard. Having a baby is even harder. Being unemployed for months then starting a stressful job where I take people's kids away, it's a wee bit rough. Want to know what's weird? I'm not all that stressed. For once in my life, I feel like I belong.
Sometimes I look at people and I feel pity for them. I didn't realize until the last year that pity is one of the worst things I could give someone. People don't want pity. They want help, but they don't want to admit it. They will spend hours, days, and years trying to convince others that they don't need anyone and they definitely don't want pity.
I see plenty of messed up things. It's like looking into a dirty and broken mirror. I spend time trying not to notice how easily I could be like one of these people who beat, burn, and neglect their children. I don't pity them that much anymore, because it doesn't matter what happened months or years ago. They are where they are now, and there's no changing what was. They can only go forward. Some of them refuse to, others need some nudging or pushing. Three years. That and more is how long some of these kids have been away from family. As a Christian, I am called to love the orphans and widows. I am spending most of my time with orphans lately. The grace of God shows up in the strangest of places.
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