My Eyes are Open

My husband and I had one of our many discussions on a drive.  I told him that ever since my mother died, I felt more confidence.  All my life my mother always told me that I was naïve, and people would take advantage of me.  Since she was my mother, I believed her.  I grew up thinking that I couldn’t read people at all.  Then, after she passed away, I sort of felt like blinders fell from my eyes.

All my life, I have been reading people.  I’m not like an FBI profiler who can look at people’s body language and facial expression and know exactly what they are thinking and feeling.  Instead, I feel people’s energy and I can tell how it changes when I interact with them. I thought this being able to feel energy was something that everyone did, but lately I have begun to understand that I have some abilities and quirks that are special to me that not everyone has. I don’t know why my family did everything they could to discourage me and take away my confidence.  However, now that my eyes are open, I want to be able to feel comfortable with who I am.  I still don’t believe there’s anything special about me.  I don’t have anything that makes me better than anyone else.  I am just different in some ways. 

I think all this goes back to God’s commandment to love one another as we would ourselves.   We all have to find a way to love ourselves.  That means accepting ourselves exactly as we are.  Then, in turn we need to find a way to love and accept others in the same way.  We are all God’s children.  We are all brothers and sisters.  We all are able to love each other if we try.

My faith saved me.  May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.