I wish every relationship I had was perfect. I wish I had a perfect relationship with my parents and my sister. I wish my marriage had been perfect. I wish my relational dynamics with my daughters were perfect. I wish my friendships were perfect, too. I wish it all, but the truth is that even the best of relationships have limits.
You can’t be all things to all people and they can’t be all things to you. As a writer, I tend to ponder subjects that some of my friends have no desire to ponder with me. Conversely, I do not have much to offer people who like to shop because I don’t like to go shopping unless I really need something. And as a minimalist, I rarely need anything.
Some people give great dinner parties, but get uncomfortable when the conversation heads towards anything too personal. Other people are good at listening, but when you ask them for advice they come up blank with no thoughts on the matter. Then, there are those who would give you the shirt off their back, but they have never been one to pay a compliment and probably never will be.
We all have limits. Sometimes, I forget this and then I get frustrated when people don’t say or do something that I want them to say or do. Sometimes I wish we could be everything to everyone and they could be everything to us.
I wish it, and then when I think it through, I realize it would mean that I would have to go shopping! That swiftly snaps me out of it and my frustration is replaced by simply accepting who they are and recognizing that they have limits and so do I.
Always be humble and gentle. Be patient with each other, making allowance for each other’s faults because of your love. – Ephesians 4:2