Little Child In The Right

There’s something frustrating about being right, isn’t there? Especially when others don’t seem to hear our opinion, see our perspective, or even acknowledge our voice.
"Little Shoes"

Sometimes we don’t voice our solution, assuming they will find it soon on their own. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t.

And when we do on occasion run the risk of speaking up, with hopes of being a clear-thinking savior in a minefield of confusion and wrong ideas, all we get is the disillusionment of blank eyes and misunderstandings.

Writing the above makes me think of so many situations spread across years of living. Years when I was more an introvert than an extrovert because I’d been hurt by the confusion of speaking up.

I’m also thinking of the world’s most beautiful thinkers who can see a solution in their minds but cannot always find the persuasive words which would help others see their ideas.

And yet there is that rare moment when it’s worth it.

It is worth speaking up when the solution is dangling beneath noses and tickling yours with all the fury of caterpillar revealing its intentions upon a leaf. Well-spoken words release clarity and the solution flutters to the obvious sight of everyone like a lovely butterfly transformed from complicated to solvable.

And yet there are times when it is not good to speak up: when motives of self-righteousness cloud our phrasing and self-importance hammers out what we are determined must be.

We can be completely right in very wrong ways.

What are we to do? Where is the balance?

Above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins.

1 Peter 4:8

Yes maybe we feel small and ignored and unimportant. As if our words don’t matter and our perspectives aren’t valid.

Perhaps within our corridor of perspective, our thoughts and opinions are the clearest, most logical, most reasonable in the world and yet maybe there are peripheral stairs and halls and gardens and alleyways of thought and life experience that would give another completely conflicting ideas.

We don't know those things. We can't.

We must have compassion on those who do not understand our words with their intended connotations.

We must find our self-worth before God so being ignored is not a cause for us to trash our own identity.

We must take responsibility for whatever confusion we have caused with careless words and motives unfiltered.

Most of all we must put on love.

All of us are broken. All are in need of grace.

Despite best intentions, confusion and carelessness happens.

I am grateful for the overwhelming grace of God this past month despite a myriad of life drama and confusing circumstances.
  I hope and pray your find your words. Blessings, ~ Meg
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  • FaithInHonesty

    So often I feel that no words of mine will ever do justice to what you’ve written, but I still feel compelled to share some words anyway, if only to show appreciation and provide a little encouragement. And just as often, I feel like you’re writing down my own thoughts, only with much greater eloquence and clarity. But this time, you’ve gone so far above and beyond even that. I think you’ll be happy to know that your words always speak straight to my heart, and this time is no exception. I’ll spare you any of my additional commentary. Thanks so much for sharing.

    “One of your best blogs yet”, says this (not so) humble traveler. :-)