“You did it again Ellen. I came home and you’d left every light on. The house was lit up like a Christmas tree.”
Always convinced he was wrong, my defenses went up. I’d shake my head and walk away. I didn’t leave one single light on, much less all of them.
Surely, Tim exaggerated. Never once did I consider he might be right.
Well, I’m ashamed to admit that he was. After he was gone, I couldn’t believe how many lights I left on. Night after night, for the past three years, if I’d turned it on in the morning, more than likely, it was still on when I came home.
Even after making a concerted effort, I’d still come home to a hall or bathroom light glaring me in the face.
I just couldn’t believe how, for years, my own denial kept me from changing my ways.
We all have those blind spots. And I’d venture to guess, just like Tim with me, someone has been telling you all about yours.
But it’s easy to just walk away. To think our accuser is misguided, or has ulterior motives. Or perhaps we cling to the old, get the log out of your own eye… routine.
Wouldn’t we all be better off if we listened to some of those who know us best? What if we began to value the wisdom they hold about our lives? What if we considered it a treasure to learn where we need to grow?
So I’d like to know, what have your loved ones been telling you about you? Are you leaving a few lights on? What can you not see that they can?