Years ago, 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 a hollow, pat-her-on-the-back kind of friendship that feels bad, but doesn’t really offer the full covering of 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.
Two weeks later…
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