Thursday, June 25, 2009

Last Night

Last night, in a space of about 30 minutes, I went from trying to convince someone with a legion of problems including: addiction, physical disability, abandonment, loss, and a violent past, that their life is not meaningless-- to feeling that I was a wretched failure because of a few academic setbacks.  Why can't I seem to accept that there is grace, too, for me?  

1 comment:

  1. I don't know what the answer to this question is, but I hear you. It always seems so much harder to forgive myself than anyone else...