Sometimes Life Happens

I confess. 

When I used to drive by an unkempt yard, a run down house or bumped into an untidy person, I would think, “Goodness!  Don’t they care about their yard, home or appearance?  They need to do better!  I would NEVER let my (fill in the blank) look like that.”

I don’t do that anymore.  

Because I’ve learned that there are all kinds of reasons a body may not be busy mowing a lawn,  painting a porch or even putting on matching socks.

Read the rest here: https://thelifeididntchoose.com/2018/09/13/life-happens/

Author: Melanie

I am a shepherd, wife and mother of four amazing children, three that walk the earth with me and one who lives with Jesus. This is a record of my grief journey and a look into the life I didn't choose. If you are interested in joining a community of bereaved parents leaning on the promises of God in Christ, please like the public Facebook page, "Heartache and Hope: Life After Losing a Child" and join the conversation.

One thought on “Sometimes Life Happens”

  1. Good post. I’ve grown here over the years, by experience. Several times i was privately judging someone for an unkempt yard (or whatever it was) and then I later found out someone in the family developed a debilitating illness (or some other serious problem) and then I felt so bad for my judgmental attitude. I wondered why I hadn’t thought myself that there could be extenuating circumstances, and looked into it, offered to help. So after several such occurrences, I have become much less judgmental and remind myself there could be things going on about which I am unaware.

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