Pretty much my entire life I’ve been taken the wrong way, even disliked, simply for being me.
And it’s true I can be selfish, some years more than others. It’s something I’ve been working on.
And it’s true some years my walk with God wasn’t a priority, at all.
However, thank goodness for a God that forgives, that rains mercy down on sinners like me.
If only humans could let each other grow a little as well.
I have a lot of flaws, but I’ve always loved hard and always been upfront and I’ve never been a coward.
And yet, I’m taken with a tone, an attitude simply because I’m me.
And people have always have preconceived notions of what that meant.
Honestly, in so many ways I’m used to it. I had to remind someone just this week that my words were literally verbatim my sisters (we do this a lot) – yet taken completely different.
And I’m the one personally attacked. People put a “tone” on me even when I don’t.
And I’m not saying I never do, just that people imply it even when I don’t.
I’m used to it. I’m also tired of it, especially from people who are technically related.
This doesn’t mean you know me. Or you’ve ever tried to know me.
Thankfully, I have a God who sees me and loves me for who I am – a work in progress.