“Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life.” Psalm 143:8
The night before last, I had a dream. I was in a shopping mall along with many other people. Several of us were headed toward an exit door at the same time. There was an aged woman just a few feet in front of me on her way out as well, or so I thought.
When we got to the door the woman abruptly stopped within inches of pushing the exit door open. My first reaction was one of tolerance, mixed with a brevity of patience. However, the people behind me became anxious to get out. You could hear different ones mumbling “what is her problem?” The woman was holding up people overly eager to leave the same shopping establishment that they couldn’t wait to enter, but why?
Sadly, nobody seemed to care why. At any rate, and as it turns out, “the woman stopped in her tracks because she became confused.” She was experiencing a moment in her life when she didn’t know which way to go, if she walked out that door. Clearly, the woman had no idea where she was, or how she got there. Life is a little like that too.
Sometimes people get turned around, discombobulated, frightened about the uncertain.That’s where you come in, not to judge but to show unconditional compassion. Even more, like the woman who lost touch with reality in my dream for reasons only God knows, some this woman found herself in a situation where she needed non-judgmental human beings in her space, capable of showing empathy and willing to assistance rather than ridicule.
Taking a few minutes out of your day to get understanding before reacting is every Christians and caring person’s duty. To do this, you must care about the spiritual and emotional welfare of others. The message that I took away from this God- sent dream was to make a sincere effort to resist the urge to assume that I know what a person is going through based unfounded personal perception.
Be tolerant, sometimes its not what you think!
Lord, give me a sweet spirit, a caring heart, and a burning desire to use my tongue as a healing tool instead of a destructive weapon he’ll-bent on breaking the wounded down. This is my prayer.