Judge Not

I wanted to express how hard it was to love an imperfect dear one and that I was hurt by what this dear one had said to me.

But before I said anything, I was reminded of how I too am imperfect. I ought to look at the log in my eye before I point out the speck on the other person's eye. Judge not for Jesus didn't judge me.

I kept quiet.

Loving without regard to the hurt is difficult. Guess that it why we need Jesus to teach us how to.