Monday, July 02, 2018

Offended

Last Saturday I was driving in the car with
 Lottie in the backseat when she 
spoke up and said to me:
"Mom, a girl in my church class said she thinks you look funny."
I calmly said to her, "why do you think she says that?"
Lottie was quiet for a minute then said:
Probably because sometimes it looks like you have grandma arms".
I mean, she never stated the obvious; burned body, pinkie missing,
or even the scarring-which was kind of sweet.
Then we talked about being nice to everyone, even if they 
hurt our feelings, belittle what we believe in, or talk unkind
 about us- or the people we love.
I love the idea that no one can offend us.  
Being offended is something we choose to be.
When we believe or say we have been offended, 
we usually mean we feel insulted, mistreated, snubbed, or disrespected.
 And certainly clumsy, embarrassing, unprincipled, and mean-spirited
 things do occur in our interactions with 
other people that would allow us to take offense.
 However, it ultimately is impossible 
for another person to offend you or to offend me.
 Indeed, believing that another person offended us is fundamentally false. 
To be offended is a choice we make; it is not a condition inflicted 
or imposed upon us by someone or something else.

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UPDATE on Claire in Samoa:
Her group took a break from working to hike, swim, 
 and attend a rugby match.
She also wrote us a handwritten letter and her service group leader 
took a photo of it and e-mailed it to me. 
 It was just about the sweetest thing I ever read.
She is really truly happy and working hard.
She is a little homesick too.  That sounds like my girl.