I believe we are here for a reason. I believe God speaks both to and through us. I believe God uses whatever means possible to deliver grace.
So when the phrase, "not fit for public consumption" sticks in my noggin, I wonder what it means.
When a computer game screen says, "No more moves. Reshuffle to continue" I pay attention.
I have always been up front in this blog, on Ravelry, & on plurk about who I am, what I do, and where I am going.
I am a Quaker. I do not lie.
I am a mother. Sometimes I fail.
I have experienced deep depression. I fought back.
I am a writer. God gave it to me to use in his service.
I am deeply flawed as are we all.
Things are very difficult right now for reasons that I shall not go into here. My work is suffering. My family is suffering. My mental health is suffering.
Mistakes have been made. And I am reevaluating what I have chosen to do. Perhaps it is time to reshuffle to continue.
Depression is a black hole that swallows us up. So also, can be the court of public opinion.
I am struggling today with both, as I know others do as well. Perhaps my honesty will speak for us all here.
So this is what I have to give today:
We are not intended for public consumption. We have private lives. We have private pains.
We do not know whether the person that cut in front of us in traffic is distracted by the pain of an impending divorce.
We do not know if the woman who is too slowly making change in the check out lane is worried about a sick child.
We do not know if the person writing the pattern or dying the yarn just took the weekend off to drive her son to rehab.
We do not know if the post that raises our hackles on Ravelry is a product of meanness, a cry for help, or the ill considered hasty words of someone who is going through something completely unrelated.
We do not know. We cannot judge.
Whether we step up and help is our decision and ours alone, but one thing I do know.
None of us is fit for public consumption.