Have you ever been horribly offended at something you heard or read? I know I have.
After I had one of my miscarriages, it would hurt my feelings so to hear someone say that they would be horrified if they found out they were pregnant again. I would have given anything to be pregnant and I couldn’t understand why anyone would be so insensitive as to talk of dreading a pregnancy.
During the months following my father’s accidental death, I felt a stabbing pain whenever the grocery checker would flippantly say it was so hot she thought she would die. Didn’t she know I had just buried my daddy and he really had died? It wasn’t just an exaggerated figure of speech. It was a horrible reality.
The truth is I’m sure she really didn’t know anything about what had happened in my life that year. In fact, I didn’t know anything about her either.
I have found that when I am frequently offended, it is usually because I am too self focused.
If I open my eyes and look up and out at the big wide world, I find that there is a lot going on out there that has nothing to do with me.
It’s not all about me.