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Judgement

Only a kind person is able to judge another justly and to make allowances for his weaknesses. A kind eye, while recognizing defects, sees beyond them. ~


It is so easy for some to judge what they do not know. But does that make sense? Absolutely not. We try and teach our children the importance of not judging a person on what they wear, where they live etc, but society is pounding another story into their impressionable minds and so is the enemy.

One of the biggest obstacles that I had to get around (still do) is the fact that so many have judged me based on things I have done in the past. Am I proud of some of the decisions I made? That would be an unequivocal no! But now being older & looking back, I had a lot stacked against me with no guidance.

There are some times that it is better to listen than to try and comment. Every one of us has been dealt different cards, and with that we have lived either according to those cards or fighting against those odds that bury us. Before you judge someone, think before you speak. You have no idea what it looks like to walk a mile in their shoes, and you know there could come a day when you are the one being judged.

Uplift others don’t stomp them down. Like I tell my kids, “if you have nothing good to say, don’t say anything at all!”

Be a blessing-

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