You mean I have to play nice?

I can remember quite clearly talking to the college admissions person about what I wanted to major in.  I was not prepared for that question.  I had not thought about what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.  I want to help people.  I love people. 


It's somewhat true.  I love to make people smile and laugh, especially laugh.  The thing is I have become quite jaded in my old age.  Too many times I have been hurt or misunderstood and I have learned that some people are just not nice.  Some people will judge you for what you are wearing or what you weigh.  They will form an opinion of you because of how you appear to them before you even open your mouth. I am just stubborn enough to not care most of the time but there is always that particularly lovely individual with their eye rolls and their deep sighs that will send extrovert Erika to 1 of 2 places.  1. Challenge excepted hateful biddy prepare to receive my other cheek!  or 2. I will grumble and rumble and judge you from a far imagining all the hateful evil zingers that I could say to you but I won't because God is watching. 


A story of my past rears its ugly head from time to time and I still think of all the things I should have said.  I was watching my son play soccer.  There was a particularly whiny girl on the other team.  She kept complaining about every thing and then she spontaneously started limping.  I leaned over to my husband and said something to the effect that she was faking.  Well.  Her mother was on the other side of my husband and she then proceeded to make a scene about how her precious treasure was not faking and what a horrible person I was for suggesting so. 


I apologized and wanted to find the biggest rock to crawl under.  However she proceeded to berate me about my evil opinion of her daughter.  Making sure that everyone on the sideline and both coaches and all the referees knew what I had quietly said to my husband. 


Now that I am past the situation I am positive that everyone on the sideline was thinking the same thing I said and everyone knew that this woman was a crazy person.  There is no doubt in my mind that I was in the right, but isn't it funny how bad situations can burn a memory in your brain? 


All that being said I don't love her.  I hope I never have to see her again ever in my entire life, and that is where God speaks to me.  God loves her.  God loves her just as much as he loves me!  HOW?! She's AWFUL!!!


I John 4:8  Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. 


I'm not saying its going to be easy.  I'm not saying you aren't going to want to squish their little heads, but you need to remember that God sees EVERYTHING you do and he still loves you!  Unconditionally!