And it got me wondering. I pray so much for ones around me.... but how often is the person who I need to pray for the most.... me?
Sometimes I forget all about this:
Matthew 7
Judging Others
1 “Do not judge, or you too will be judged. 2 For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.3 “Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? 4 How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? 5 You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.
Sometimes I forget that my life is too crumbled sometimes to really help anyone else. And I realize why every day I need to rededicate my life to Christ and make the decision to live for Him and no-one or nothing else. I don't like to judge. I beat myself up when I do, because it's the opposite of what Jesus was. So many people label Christians as judgmental and arrogant wanderers. It hurts to hear that said to me sometimes. We all make mistakes... yeah. There's no way we can live a perfect life. We will judge, we will condemn, we will label.... it happens. It's a human thing to do (thank you Adam and Eve... bravo). But does that mean we should just invite it into our lives? No way. I won't do that. I want people to ask me why I'm different... I want people to realize that my God is not a judgmental God, but He is a loving God. And that He is everything we need to survive.
I want people around me to see they don't need to live in constant worry and in constant self-disgust.
I want people around me to see they are loved by the Creator of the world.
Who wouldn't want that?
I refuse to invite hatred, self-disgust, harm, judgment, and isolation into my heart.
I choose Him. His love and mercy. His everlasting grace and the everlasting life he offers as a gift to us, His children.
I choose Jesus.

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