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Kyouken01
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Love - the Bible and the world have different stances on this.
I've taken part in both standards without fully acknowledging the important one.
I've been blind to it for a while, thinking highly of myself, thinking that I was the more loving one.
Here's the story:
Since my birth, my mother has always placed more favor on me than on my brother - as a result, his life hasn't been so great, and I certainly haven't helped. I've called him names plenty of times, done him wrong, etc. My mother has always treated him worse than I (and, while he does not live in the same house as she and I do, still does). He's been put down time and time again. He's strayed from God a lot, and I always believed that I was doing better because I was studying into the Word more and getting to know God. I viewed him as wrong most of the time, be it when he started getting angry over something stupid or yelling out a string of swears.
A lot of the times he'd want to share something with me, either of his or mine. I usually accepted his offer when it came to him sharing something with me, but never when he wanted to share something of mine. I've been cruel, and I haven't treated him right. Now, there's two sides to this, but this is my end.
As of now, he's coming home to NH from AZ, and I've always told him I loved him, yet the actions were never there. What I've mentioned is a fraction of our relationship. Granted as I said before, there's two sides to this, but this is my end. Tonight, I've realized that I could not honestly say I love him according to the Bible. Now, it is right of me to say that I had concern for him and that I cared in my heart (I've confirmed this with someone else). However I've never shown him that I love him. Maybe a few acts here and there, but man, I've realized that I didn't love him the way the Bible says to love a person. I wasn't loving my brother how God wanted me to. And tonight, I've realized that I was wrong, selfish, and prideful. And it's a blessing to me, because I can change, and I'm going to change.
I'm not beating myself up over this, either.
My point is this - aside from what I posted up there, I've learned another lesson. Over the years, I've been trying to soften my heart towards God, and He's helped me with that greatly. I would have never caught this if my heart wasn't soft towards God. He corrected me, and I could hear His voice, hallelujah!
Please, keep your hearts soft towards God. It'll save you a lot of grief.
I've taken part in both standards without fully acknowledging the important one.
I've been blind to it for a while, thinking highly of myself, thinking that I was the more loving one.
Here's the story:
Since my birth, my mother has always placed more favor on me than on my brother - as a result, his life hasn't been so great, and I certainly haven't helped. I've called him names plenty of times, done him wrong, etc. My mother has always treated him worse than I (and, while he does not live in the same house as she and I do, still does). He's been put down time and time again. He's strayed from God a lot, and I always believed that I was doing better because I was studying into the Word more and getting to know God. I viewed him as wrong most of the time, be it when he started getting angry over something stupid or yelling out a string of swears.
A lot of the times he'd want to share something with me, either of his or mine. I usually accepted his offer when it came to him sharing something with me, but never when he wanted to share something of mine. I've been cruel, and I haven't treated him right. Now, there's two sides to this, but this is my end.
As of now, he's coming home to NH from AZ, and I've always told him I loved him, yet the actions were never there. What I've mentioned is a fraction of our relationship. Granted as I said before, there's two sides to this, but this is my end. Tonight, I've realized that I could not honestly say I love him according to the Bible. Now, it is right of me to say that I had concern for him and that I cared in my heart (I've confirmed this with someone else). However I've never shown him that I love him. Maybe a few acts here and there, but man, I've realized that I didn't love him the way the Bible says to love a person. I wasn't loving my brother how God wanted me to. And tonight, I've realized that I was wrong, selfish, and prideful. And it's a blessing to me, because I can change, and I'm going to change.
I'm not beating myself up over this, either.
My point is this - aside from what I posted up there, I've learned another lesson. Over the years, I've been trying to soften my heart towards God, and He's helped me with that greatly. I would have never caught this if my heart wasn't soft towards God. He corrected me, and I could hear His voice, hallelujah!
Please, keep your hearts soft towards God. It'll save you a lot of grief.
