Judge. Judge. Judge. Judge.
That's all I do. All day long.
"Dude, calm down"
"Stop letting it get to your head"
"Stop craving so much attention"
"Stop complaining"
"Stop judging him/her" (lol)
"Stop creepin' on every girl in sight dude chillax"
"Stop judging me for judging you wth" (lol)
"Stop judging me" (lol)
But then -
I can't look at any one of these things without thinking of myself.
ugh.
Also, sometimes I wish we (myself included) could see members of the opposite gender in the church/parachurch as brothers and sisters FIRST, then as "potential" boys and girls. It should be a good thing that one can find their spouse in the church rather than say, at parties or a bar, but gad. It's not a freakin' hunting zone, people [Michelle].
This just further proves that we were originally meant to be married and having children at this age, but Sin and society and culture have twisted God's original design, holding us in this awkward stage of waiting and fighting with our lusts and hormones and desires to love and be loved. 'Namean?
What happened to falling in love with God, first [Michelle]?
2 comments:
yeah michelle...
jk. a lot of flaws are easy to recognize because we've dealt with them before. and many of those "befores" were probably within ourselves.
anyway, comprende.
dude i am exhibit a of judging people who judge others. "we ought not be a pharisee to the pharisees" (i heard that in a sermon once)
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