My friend was crying and telling me she felt like a total flake. Life had been crazy, filled with mistakes and missed appointments, misplaced papers, forgotten promises, everything lost and mixed up and wrong.
I love my friend and I got it. Truly, I did. I nodded my head and encouraged her while other shoppers pushed their carts past us in the grocery story.
But inside, in the secret places of my mind and heart, that compassion wasn’t complete. It was hollow, pat-her-on-the-back kind of friendship–the kind that is sorry she had a bad week, but fell short of true understanding or free-flowing grace.
The truth was, deep down, I was judging her as much as she judged herself. And it was ugly.
Forgetting, missing, losing, making mistakes? It sounded like a too-busy schedule and an absent organizational system. Maybe a few files and a day planner could save the day.
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