*Disclaimer: I get really personal in this post. Just so you’re aware.*
I’ve done a lot of things wrong in life. I’m human…it’s bound to happen. 1,609 more words
A while ago, I read a historical novel about an insane asylum during the Civil War. One of the minor characters, Eleanor, imagines the pain and suffering of every creature on the planet: 765 more words
Laura Droege's piece, "The Boundaries of Love," is so insightful that I must reblog the post to share it with you. My personal boundaries can be at times poor and permeable, so I would do well to heed her wise words: "Loving others strikes a balance of sorts. We neither identify with other’s pain to the point of being incapacitated (forgetting that we’re separate people) nor do we callously disregard it (forgetting that we are both people, though separate)." "Forgetting that I’m a separate person and that my emotions are mine and no one else’s isn’t healthy." This message bears repeating and for me, thoughtful prayer. Thank you, Laura Droege.