I think that sometimes when I’m upset with someone, I come to a crashing halt. I don’t keep talking with that person. I put distance between us, and I grumble to myself (and occasionally to someone else).

I wonder if it’s possible that if I knew more, if I asked questions, I wonder if the outcome would be different. Just the other day I read a quote by Mary Lou Kownacki, “Is there anyone we wouldn’t love, if we only knew their story.” Hmmm—interesting thought. Maybe I need to know more.

There’s a prayer I wrote that says:

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God of words—

help me choose mine carefully

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let my mouth speak truth

with firmness and clarity

with respect and insight

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let my heart hold those

to whom I speak

so they feel my regard

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and help my spirit recognize

the God in each person

as well as the God in me

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Amen

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