Avoidance

I had a weird experience today that has caused me to reflect on what I might want to avoid in the future. I invited some people to share in an activity with some of my kids and me in a public venue. One of those whom I had invited said some things to me in front of other guests and my children that should have been discussed in a more private setting.

I was concerned about the subject matter, yes. However, after pondering the whole situation, I came to more fully realized that the root of my upset about the whole thing was that it happened in front of my kids and others. What was discussed should have been discussed privately.

I thought, at first that I should avoid anything that may upset my guest. Now I have come to think I should avoid keeping company with those who show little prudence and who see the world through a negative lens.

It's possible I am blind to some ugly things. It's possible I am ignorant to some sad and unfortunate things. But, I prefer to see beauty in the world where I can. I prefer to be friendly. I prefer to smile and share love with my brothers and sisters here on this magnificent earth over which the Lord has made us stewards.

I've been blessed to learn the value of avoidance. I've learned though brief encounters with too many people I love that mortal life is finite. I will spend the days of my life loving those who cross my path in the best way I know how. I will try to have a charitable heart toward those I encounter... and I will avoid worry over what is in the heart of my neighbor.

After all, I am only the master of my own heart. I can't control what is in the heart of my brother or sister... or neighbor or friend. I can, however, avoid too close contact with anyone who may not share my perspective nor desires.

I can avoid allowing my soul to be cankered by anything anyone may say or think and by anyone's inconsideration.

That avoidance is my hope and goal. That is my prayer for tonight.

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