It’s an old standby-before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes.
But we rarely take time to do that.
Instead we look at another heart and assume that if they are struggling, it’s because they aren’t trying as hard as we might in the same circumstances.
Or we pick apart whatever tiny efforts they are making toward progress because it isn’t fast enough or far enough to suit us.
Then our own path becomes so rock strewn and broken we realize no matter how much energy and positive thinking a body puts forth, there are some roads where an inch a day is a downright miracle.
One thing burying my child is teaching me is this: Every single person I meet is carrying a burden I know nothing about.
And most are doing the very best they can to bear that load and still do life.
So I give grace.
I speak courage
I extend a helping hand whenever I can.
This life is short and hard and it’s hardly worth adding to another heart’s load.