I know this is an
exaggeration, but sometimes it seems like everyone is just looking for a reason
to be ticked-off, insulted, offended and hurt. In many contexts, whether I’m speaking or
writing, I feel like I have to carefully consider every thought and measure
every single word—even the nuance of every single word—for its potential to be
misunderstood or misinterpreted.
I don’t remember it
being that way when I was young but it may be that my memory on the matter is
selective. (Or maybe it was happening a
lot back then but I was oblivious.
Knowing me, that’s entirely possible.)
I’m going to make an
effort to try to notice things to be happy, pleased, cheerful and thankful about. For example, the birth of Jesus is a great
place for me to start.
What the heck, let’s
see what happens.
“For unto us a child
is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder:
and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The
everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.”
Isaiah 9:6
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