I am a woman of many words, thoughts, and commentaries. The good news is I now pause between thought and verbalization in hopes of sparing those around me. This new habit stemmed from being on the receiving end of other people’s unprocessed remarks.
In the months of selling my house – a house the Dose just needed to get out from under (figuratively that is) – people reminded me of the bad economy and how houses were not selling at that time.
As my casted foot was healing – the foot being a necessary limb no doubt – the Dose heard all the stories of botched surgeries leaving patients with less than effective feet.
During my unemployment days – in need of a job for many normal reasons – folks informed me of the troubled times we were in and how positions like mine were being cut from the job market.
Although they had good intentions, these informants were telling me what I already knew – the very thoughts that caused me sleepless nights, anxiety, and despair.
Whatever the troubles, problems, or issues people are facing, let’s make it a point to give them something they could be struggling to give to themselves: Words of hope – a package that is wrapped up in faith, delivered with love.