Pushing Back Against Self-Pity
I'm currently sitting on my back patio and attempting to write this outside even though it's only 46 degrees. I was out and doing yard work this morning and because I was moving around it seemed like a good idea. However, the sun has been swallowed by clouds and soon my cup of hot tea will be gone so I may need to move back inside. I've been doing a lot of reflection lately on the sin of self-pity. I know for some the word, sin , may seem harsh, but I'm going to call it what it is because it truly is rooted in self and I recognize it as a generational pattern in my own family history. One of my earliest memories is my father driving us back home after a visitation with him. He had been drinking all day long and was a weepy drunk. He was crying and saying that no one loved him, not even us children. That is a heavy burden to lay on ten, eight and six-year old children. His choices were his own, but he would always play the blame game. My mom, as well, would dwell on th...