I’m feeling weird about the post I wrote yesterday morning. Mostly in regard to the dramatic wording of certain phrases. I haven’t gone back to read it but I remember what I said and it sort of haunted me all through the day. This morning the passage about taking the plank out of your own eye came to mind. The word plank produced a dramatic image, for me at least of seeing something bigger than your face that is somehow lodged in your eye. It was dramatically out of proportion.

I saw this post from Tilly Dillahay who I do not typically like. She’s one of those online people who I get pro-men/anti-women vibes from, which is somebody I used to be myself (in person). I tend to hate these people for their incompetent marriage advice. She was giving suggestions on what to do if you find yourself in a “like-less” marriage. What followed was mostly what I would call more circling around but never landing. More obsessing over this particular man but never truly reaching him.

I know that I have to get over this and that I am getting over it, the it being the memories of who I was at that time and what the then untested marriage advice and toxic mindsets led to. Toxic is when it’s filled with anything but Jesus Christ. So in that sense the part about praying and submitting your mind to Christ is helpful. I do subscribe to the belief that each person has their own work to do and work to be done on them. I can’t see a viable relationship happening any other way.