
There is a trend in our society, that has been making me wonder lately.
The trend is all of the respect yourself advice. Let me give you a couple of examples:
“respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you, grows you, or makes you happy”
“respect yourself enough to say “I deserve peace” and walk away from people or things that prevent you from attaining it”
Basically, the messages tend to be (my words) “if I am not getting what I want from you, I will erase you from my life”
Every time I read one of these (faux) pearls of wisdom, my mind goes to situations, seasons and people who stuck with me when I was that person.
that person who was selfish
that person who treated another poorly
that person who didn’t make the effort to call, email or contact
that person who took more than they gave
that person who should have been walked away from
You see, we are all that person at times. We all have seasons of selfishness, distraction, ignorance, and pride. We all have been mean, unthinking and unappreciative.
I am not saying we should be a doormat or allow ourselves to be abused … no way. What I am saying is that, maybe, the loudest message today is we deserve only good from others.
The further I go in my life, the more I look back at the ways my grandparents did life.
I remember times when a certain neighbour, fellow church member or relative would do or say something disrespectful to my grandmother. She would shake her head … and move on with her day. The next time she would see them, she approached them with the grace of a blank slate … and usually that was the end of the situation.
You see she respected herself enough to not dwell on those incidents. She also understood the wisdom of the ages, the golden rule of life, that you treat others as you would like them to treat you.
And, at least in my life, I am so thankful for those who treated me with such grace as to treat me as they would desire for me to treat them.

ummer was year ten, and, quite possibly, his last.
I got to go to watch the most beautiful mornings and evenings at the the edge of the lake, where the pesky geese would arrive, numerous times each day (to eat the treats dropped on the ground then pooh all over the grass). The lake was often still at these beginnings and endings, but ever so alive with activity during the daytime, as campers and neighbours were boating, swimming and various other water activities.
decorated with benches, strings of Christmas lights, and staggered wood planks framing the ‘stage’. The guest speakers communicating the love and acceptance of Christ in their words and in how they interacted with everyone there, all the while also caring for and communicating love and acceptance to their two young children.

Another summer day, another sunset.


These experiences are deeply spiritual, deeply personal and immensely rejuvenating, reminding me who I am, what I am part of and to whom I belong.





