Sometimes I get my feelings hurt. At the most unwelcome of times. Not welcome at all. In the middle of a beautiful, sunshiny morning.
Sometimes I feel like a jerk. An unintentional jerk.
Mostly, when I get my feelings hurt, I feel like a third grade tomboy that just got told she throws like a girl by the kids on the playground.
Sometimes, and this is what I really hate, it takes a while to realize that my hurt feelings now are not really now. In this present moment, I am not hurt or scared or angry but it’s that third grade tomboy that is hurt.
Pride is a scary thing. Sharing your life is a scary thing. Being vulnerable, trusting, gracious with yourself and others. Beautiful and scary.
Grace, forgiveness, patience. For self and others. Now.
And peace to the tomboy – she had one hell of an arm. For a girl.