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  • Writer's pictureLaura Kae

I hate pity

Sunday, May 25, 2014

I am struggling. I think in a way I never have down here in Mexico. I am struggling with feeling sorry for people and with pity. I hate the feeling of pity. I have begun to think of it as an antonym for love and respect. Pity pulls me away from people. Love and respect draws me closer. Pity makes it hard for me to reach out to the other person because I feel like I might get dirty while doing so. Love and respect naturally draws people to me. At least so I am thinking.

I think I am just a bit confused tonight. The comforting part about it is confusion is a necessary part of learning.

I have found myself running to the kids as a way of escaping relationships with the adults. I am communicating with the adults better than I ever have, but I am still timido.

I sang over a mic for the first time today. Very weird. In Spanish, too. I never thought I would ever have the audacity to sing over a mic anywhere. (Karaoke – not for me!) I was really helped by advice someone gave me recently. I would never be able to directly quote it, but it was something about getting affirmation for being on stage only from God and not from man.

I hope never to have to sing into a mic again, except when I am in Mexico for mis hermanas y hermanos aqui. In the US, I will stick with talking. But anything for my brothers and sisters here.

Final Twitter thought of the night, if I had Twitter here: Pity judges. Ultimately it says, “You are/have it bad, and I am better.”

There are six things the Lord hates, seven that are detestable to him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked schemes, feet that are quick to rush into evil, a false witness who pours out lies and a person who stirs up conflict in the community. – Proverbs 6:16-19


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