We were expecting life to be pretty simple.
High school graduation, maybe a college degree, maybe the family route instead, but all of it falling into place in our early twenties without all that many bumps.
And when heartache started calling instead, when our plans for life folded like a cheap suit and God was nowhere to be seen, some of us just shrugged and walked away.
“If God won’t be there for me, why should I be there for him?”
It wasn’t quite that blase. We still love him…kinda. We certainly believe. We know he exists. We get riled up on his behalf when some atheist or Democrat starts talking.
But we’re not really on fire for him otherwise.
I don’t mean this as a guilt trip. Please hear me out.
It’s frustrating having your motives misunderstood.
Sometimes people will innocently misunderstand. Other times they’ll deliberately twist your motives because they dislike you. It’s a part of life; we all will face it sooner or later.
Sometimes – and I’ve seen this in the lives of friends recently – it is your excellence that will get people distorting your motives. Though they don’t realize it, they’re irritated because they see you working hard to do your best, and it makes them insecure.
Or it might be that you made a mistake, and people will try to decode why without having all the information (i.e. without asking you).
If that’s your situation today, you could be friends with David.