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"To Air is Human..."

   I heard it once said, that if you wanted to be part of a church with no contention then start your own and don't invite anyone else to be a member. Same goes for anything in life. If we decide that we want a perfectly harmonious existence then it would be best for us to become a hermit. But God created us for community. Our heart's desire is to be in community with people who are like us, and even those that aren't. But...in that lies where we have problems.
   I have been known to say things and take them back. I have been known to make statements and turn around and make a decision that would seem to others on the outside that I went against all that I said. I have been known to tell people that I am going to do what I want, and I will. I won't deny that.
   I was talking to a co-worker today about living our lives and what that means in accordance to living in community. And even though we see the value in living according to community rules, mainly natural law, then there is a line break that happens where we have to, at the end of the day, make our own decisions that line up according to our own conscience.
   Sometimes, when I make a decision, I do so with lots of thinking and rationalizing in my mind and heart. Never have I been one to make irrational decisions, even if someone can't see the reasoning behind the final decision. I too have witnessed people making decisions and not understood why they did what they did. But I can't do anything about it.
   So why do I even bring this up? Because to air is human.Alexander Pope wrote in his "Essay on Criticism, "To err is human; to forgive is divine." Meaning that we are all going to make mistakes. Not one is without guilt or mistake, but to forgive that person for the mistakes that they have done transcends that mistake. I hate when people are mad at me. It makes me ill knowing that I have done something that I can't fix. But, I feel comforted when I am allowed to make those mistakes knowing I will be forgiven. The ex held things against me that he considered unable to be forgiven. I can't change what the past of what I had done. But I had let it go...that's why in the end, I had to be fine with the way things went.
   I don't know exactly where my life will lead. I don't know where I will be, who I will be, why I will be, how I will be...but I do know that I have people in my life that I am so grateful for. People that I will never hopefully take for granted, and if I have...I am sorry.
   I think that not only "to err" is human but also "to air." In any relationship, and Zain is helping me through this particular thing...that to air grievances and problems that we have with one another (or in any relationship for that matter) is not only human...but necessary for a healthy relationship. I believe and know that no relationship is perfect, because no one person is perfect. We must be allowed to screw up...and be forgiven.

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