History. Everyone has one. The moments in life that shape our thoughts, reactions and vision. We see the world through stubborn eyes; passing judgement on those passing through our lives. Why would they do that? What were they thinking? They obviously have mental problems! When we see a flaw of any kind in others, our knee jerk reaction is to criticize. On the other hand; when our own flaws are on display; we plead our case pointing out the many ways in which our childhood, past relationships and present stresses contributed to that flaw.
We all fall victim to judgement of others at some point (or points) in our lives. Many times, the one who is the most cruel in their judgment of us is ourselves. Unknowingly, we can put ourselves under such scrutiny that we cripple ourselves from making any advancement at all. Fear of facing our path left behind can lead to fear of choosing the path in front of us. So, we choose to sit down on a rather uncomfortable place on the path, looking at all the others on the path who are walking past and pointing out every stumble. I suppose it makes it easier to cast stones when your sitting so close to them on the ground.
A friend asked me today if I would choose a different path if I could go back to the beginning. My reply was an immediate “No!”. The path I have left behind was challenging is so many areas. There were times that I didn’t choose to sit down on the path, but was pushed down and trampled. My path has taught me the beauty of pain. It has taught me the depth of my faith. It has taught me that everything that grows into beauty must first break through the shell of circumstance to the freedom of hope.