Isn’t it strange how I want others to treat me with love and kindness, yet it’s like pulling teeth to be loving and kind to them?
Isn’t it strange how I want others to be patient when I make mistakes, yet when they make a mistake, I instantly pounce on them and become defensive?
Isn’t it strange how I want others to be compassionate of my story and trauma, yet when a person shares theirs, I dismiss them as victimizing themselves?
Isn’t it strange how I want others to help me in acts of service, yet if they were to ask me, it would be an enormous inconvenience?
Isn’t it strange that I want others to use kind words with me, yet the moment they need affirmation, I label them overly dependent?
Isn’t it strange how I want a person to spend quality time with me, yet if they were to ask me, I would find a hundred excuses to avoid them?
Isn’t it strange that when I receive a gift I feel special, yet I do so reluctantly when I have to buy one for them?
Isn’t it strange how when I need a hug, high five, or pat on the back, it feels great, yet comforting someone else is unsettling?
Isn’t it strange how I want others to take the initiative in a friendship or relationship, yet the moment they ask me to, I fade away?
Isn’t it strange how I want someone to be vulnerable and share how they feel, but when it’s my turn to show up, I run the other way?
“And just as you want men to do to you, you also do to them likewise” (Luke 6:31, NKJV).