Life Isn't a Court Case. Why Be the Judge?

Nobody's perfect.
Everyone has their flaws, things they regret, things they aren't good at, and words they wish they could take back.
Everyone is also exactly the same, no matter how different they are.
We all mess up, and we're all only human.

So why is one person any less than another?
What happened to "All men are created EQUAL"???

Often people are very quick to judge.
"He's so stupid!"
"She's so WEIRD!"
"He's ugly!!"
"Why does she dress like that?"

Obviously, all men are not created equal if it's okay to judge like that.

And believe me, it HURTS.
It hurts to be on the judged side.
To have someone say something nasty about you, just because of who you are.

There's no words for how wrong that is.

And listening to someone talk about somebody you love?
Well that hurts JUST as bad as finding out that someone's talking about you.

God made everyone different.
And wonderful in His eyes. He created EXISTANCE and still knows the number of hairs on your head.
That still blows my mind.
But can you imagine what the world would be like if everyone was the same? Just clones of each other?
But if you degrade somebody like that, making yourself better, well isn't that like wishing everyone was like you? Like you're the standard?

But back to my point, everybody's the same.
Like what if you were in art class, and you made two sculptures that were absolutely beautiful in your eyes.
And then one of them started complaining about how ugly and messed up the other one looked.
Wouldn't that be offensive? And just plain hypocritical?
They're both sculptures, and uniquely made, so how is one better than the other?

If you're reading this and you're on the judged end of the see-saw, just know that you're a masterpiece.
And that price tag somebody puts on you? Doesn't matter.
You're priceless.

And yes, I'm not perfect either. I've done the judging. But that's something I have to work on too.
Again, nobody's perfect.

Comfort.

What a comfy word.
It's like a warm blanket on a cold day.

But what about when we realize that we can't find the blanket?
And we're left in the cold; body shaking, teeth chattering, mind numb.
I've felt that way, and guess what? I live in Texas.
I've felt it Literally (surprisingly), and figuratively.

I feel like the devil can be the "cold day" sometimes.
He puts situations in our lives that cause us to stray from what we know is right, or what we know God wants us to do, or even to get in the way of a healty relationship with God.
We are exposed and beaten down by the cold winds and chills, and it seems hopeless!

But then suddenly, you realize that there is a blanket available to you, complete with a warm fire, if you can make it over the next hill.

Can you move? You're frozen and you don't really want to walk into the wind.
Can you give it up? The devil's taunting is reeling you in and it seems like the better option.

The decision seems obvious: Go get the blanket!
But you wouldn't believe the number of people that wouldn't do it.
They only see the more glamorous option that appeals more to what they want, and they stick to it like glue.

Personally, I'd rather have the comfort of the warm blanket, fire, and God's arms.
Would you?

~Em