My words come back to bite me....
10/14/2015...That whole saying about "practicing what you preach"---well, usually it comes back to get me in unexpected ways. Like when I say I'm no longer eating green peppers and onions because I don't like them, and our girls remind me that I'm supposed to try a little of everything. Or when I get frustrated because they didn't listen to instructions I gave them, but then I don't remember a thing they told me about school that day.
I didn't fear for my life--the man was there for a paycheck--but the problem now was that subconsciously, I thought I was better than him. I thought that because I lived a "better" life and hadn't made choices like he had, that somehow I was above him. He had a dialect that made it hard to understand him, he smelled like smoke, and let me remind you that he had been in prison. For homicide. So, it was time to practice what I preach. To get closer (literally, because he spoke softly and I could hardly hear him), to spend time getting to know him for the person God had created him to be, to show him the same love and attention that I was showing the people walking around in business suits.
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