Blame
I can blame myself for anything. Even if it’s not my fault in the least. It’s the easy way out and it’s not healthy. I’m in the process of recovering from that.
The other day the Lord gave me a clear picture of what that looks like in real life. My friends and I were at Laurel Park playing ultimate frisbee. We finished but the guys still wanted to run. So we started playing a game a lot like fetch.
We took turns throwing the frisbee as far as we could and the others would run after it. It was my turn to throw. I aimed left and it went right…into the parking lot. Four of the five stopped chasing it. The one that went after it ended up scraping his knee. I felt the need to apologize. I did. Then I realized it wasn’t actually my fault. He chose to go after the frisbee.
Yes, I unintentionally put it in an unsafe area, but it was his choice to go after it. It’s not a super big event, but it was a lesson I learned and a picture that I will be able to go back to in the future when I feel the need to apologize for things that I’m not actually responsible for.
I’m responsible for myself. The things I say and do. How I react to things. My heart behind everything I contribute to the world. What I’m not responsible for is how things are received. Not everything heard is actually what I said.
Everyone is responsible for themselves and how they contribute / react to the world. As long as my heart is to do good for the person (love them), then what they do with that is not my responsibility.
Thoughts?
