Growing

Forgive me.

I make assumptions all the time. When you speak to me, I can’t help but receive that input and start filtering it through my own perspective. I try to listen and let your words speak for you. I’m growing.

Forgive me.

I sometimes speak without having fully thought through my words. This leads me to say things that might be hurtful, that might be incorrect. I am trying to grow in my ability to pause and think.

Forgive me.

I often get critical or judgmental when I see things that don’t make sense to me. My inner world is so structured and fair that it’s hard for me to make room for exceptions. I want to be more flexible.

Forgive me.

I rarely love you as well as you deserve to be loved. You have done so much that is worthy of praise, but it seems so easy for me to focus on the negative. I want to see the beauty more.

Forgive me.

I can be so quick to run away or hide when I drop the ball or do something wrong. Pain tends to make me flee as quick as possible, but that only distance me from you. I’m trying to grow in humility.

Forgive me.