Love wonders why | help – anger – pride

by Craig on February 5, 2014

Me...the badger...a tiff... and beaucoup love lessons... presented like woven posies.


Me…the badger…a tiff…
and beaucoup love lessons…
presented like woven posies.

The story of the badger, the mountain lion, defense, love, and pride began here.

Explosive anger, words like machetes…
and to “get it” I think I need to examine my actions too.

One thing experience reveals…
about how being too often in need of help…
is how that chronic state can make you choke on the words…

“thank you”.

Even when help is offered just so…

without condescension…
with love and consideration…
with no grandstanding for attention…

pride can prevent gratitude from crossing the lips.

Even when the aid is extended with no strings, pride can make you feel entangled by a knotty, scratchy rope with a thousand pound rock attached to the end.

No bristly cord…
no humongous boulder…
no tight and binding twine…
still you feel the pressure and weight.

So you simply and honestly don’t want to say…

…thank you.

It’s a reaction devoid of love.

I’ve been devoid of love.

Pride is the root of all sin. It’s a cliché, I know.
But sometimes clichés are clichés because they’re true.

Pride is the root of all sin. It's a cliché, I know. But cliches are often truth simplified


So was pride a part of it?

On her side?

On mine?


And yup.

There is more…
please come back.

{ 7 comments… read them below or add one }

A. February 5, 2014 at 10:09 pm

Craig, ouch, and yes! I want to learn more about how to help while respecting the dignity of the prospective recipient. I have been on both sides of the give and take of life, and thought I knew more about this, but am realizing I still have room to grow.


Craig February 9, 2014 at 6:18 pm

I’m not sure how much there will be to learn. Just me learning, and sharing. Pride strangely with me right now is both a non issue and a huge issue. God help anyone who tries to figure THAT one out ッ. And I guess we only start to get to the place of wisdom when we understand that we understand so little. God bless you A.


Mizliz Liz February 6, 2014 at 1:11 am

As always, dear friend, so honest, so deep. I, too, have so much to learn and I try. To listen. Quietly. To pray unceasingly. But prayers often falter. Yet love lives on. Thank you. Write on.


Craig February 9, 2014 at 6:20 pm

thank you Liz. Listen quietly. Pray unceasingly. Right on through life. Thank you for that. God bless you, Liz.


Martha Orlando February 7, 2014 at 10:43 am

Pride will sock it to us (cliche) every time. With you, I believe it is exactly what keeps us from showing love and gratitude.
Blessings, Craig, and keep the posts coming!


Craig February 9, 2014 at 6:24 pm

just between you and me, Martha, “sock it to you” is only a cliché with those of us of “a certain age”. ッ but yeah, how it does keep us from showing love and gratitude. and maybe the more gratitude we show and love we show the more we receive. Focus on in gratitude, focus on non-love, and maybe we receive more of that. Good thoughts, thank you. Excellent cliché, too – Brava! (Just don’t say next, “the devil made me do it”. We will have no Flip Wilson here ッ) God bless you Martha, and thank you.


Katie March 10, 2014 at 11:11 pm

I just swallowed mine last week…. I started with a new counselor, mine moved away. I was trying to go it alone, well, not alone, still with Jesus and my support group. But things were bad enough that I knew I needed more help. It has been a hard process to admit that once again I needed help. It has been hard to do anything recently. I work, take care of Matt, house, … and so much more, my writing has suffered and my reading regularly. I miss it.


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