I’m tired of people who don’t keep their word, of people who don’t honor what they say. I don’t care if part of it is cultural. I’m tired of people who use smooth talk and too much talk. I’m tired of people whose words I’ve stopped trusting in. I’m tired of thinking about these people I have to deal with and then sitting in my room and getting angry. I’m also tired of realizing I’m just like them.
Then I’m reminded.
I do not have enough mercy and grace in my body. People are not perfect. People are people, at once loving and fickle. My standards are too constricting and my perspective deficient. I too am a warped edition of what I should be. Obviously, I’m not qualified to pass judgement on most things so I just need to forgive and let go.
Thank God I can run on His mercies, which are new every morning, instead of the measly amount I muster on my own.