I have been looking at what people I am drawn to, inspired by. I see those people with gentle manners and kind, quiet voices as people I want to sit with and absorb their peace. I hear people with strong, noble convictions and powerful faiths that they are willing to share—I want to draw strength from them. People who can say positive words make me want to be like them. People who have humor in their veins make me laugh and bring sunshine to my heart.
The thing I think I see in common with all these people is that they never try to show me where I am wrong. (I know, well enough, I am wrong too often.) They are too busy showing me how they live and don’t even need to explain why—they are living it. People who are excited about their own lives are infectious. If they write, it is full of them and their overflow—they are too busy ”being” to worry about trying to make me feel bad about me and my choices.
Who have I been steering clear of these days? Negative people. People who want to burden, belittle, tear down. I think maybe they are insecure and they feel built up if others are wrong. Rigid people, who are set in ruts and not open-minded, are people I don’t want to be around. They will never be open to their humanity and the possibility that they are wrong. At the same time, I have been trying to avoid people who lack moral compasses. They confuse me—not that I want to follow their off kilter course, but in trying to offer compassion and friendship to them, my values have taken a few hits. People like this are never wrong in their mind either—but then to them, there is little that is really wrong.
Why am I stewing on this topic?
I want to become someone who impacts others just by my being me. I want to be kind, I want to be compassionate, quiet, gentle, enthusiastic and full of joy. I want to be busy without busy owning me. I want to be able to stop and set all else aside if I am needed. I want to be Mary AND Martha, sitting at His feet and feeding His friends.
As it stands…I have a long way to go.