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How different is your heart from your enemy’s heart?

If you looked at heart ❤️ of your enemy, what do you think you would find that is different from what is in your own heart ❤️? ( Of course, our tendency is to make our enemy appear “badder” than we are!! 😇😇😇, but are we really different?)

People’s actions are often a result of their life experiences, and how people act, decide, respond towards another person are usually a result of what…

The great surprise of growing older, it turns out, is not greater certainty about these things, but less. Humility is, without doubt, the first lesson of life’s afternoon. For it seems that only when conviction has been stripped away, and the brittle, secret invincibility of youth lies shattered at our feet, are we ready at last to face the truth: Life hurts. Shaken then, brought to our knees, we can choose to turn away and try to avoid the pain of being alive. Or we can grieve our loss of innocence, weep for all that can never be, give thanks for things as they are, and then turn our faces into the wind and begin the long, slow journey toward acceptance. No wonder it’s been said that gratitude and grief walk hand in hand, for both illuminate the beauty of what is ephemeral and given us by grace.