Somedays the planks that I have had in my own eyes make me more sensitive to those that suffer from the same afflictions. In the last months I have encountered people who are incredibly generous as well as those who are enslaved to their money and things-holding on to them for dear life. Irritation sets in (another of my sins) when friends/acquaintances who often make known to me their wealth withhold financial help to their family members who are in need. Words of anger want to escape my lips when I listen to them go on and on about how great their investments are performing while at the same time stating how their is no way they can advance a loved one some of their bounty. I constantly watch for this tendency in myself. I don't want to be a Silas Marner.
I also am tired of listening and listening to others talk endlessly about their life "stuff" never ONCE asking about me. A one way monologue. I feel like my outward patient listening skills are taken advantage of. I would like to express things that have gone on in my life, but only if someone is truly interested. I guess they aren't. At times my desire to express myself makes me rude in other situations by interrupting a person to get my two cents in. Pitiful. Another plank.
Maybe I just want someone to know me, to care enough to ask and listen.
This is when I fall to my knees and remember the Lord who knows me inside and out and NEVER lets me down.
1 You have searched me, Lord, and you know me.
2 You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways.
4 Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely.
5 You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.