Deeply moved on seeing his brother and about to burst into tears, Joseph hurried out into another room and had a good cry. Genesis 43:30
I’ve washed a floor and found myself standing in the corner not wanting to walk over my clean floor. As a kid I went to dances and stood in the corner all evening waiting to be asked to dance. I’ve corned myself in by getting into projects over my head. But the most destructive corner I’ve put myself in is from being too sensitive. When I am overly sensitive to people’s reactions or comments, it paralyzes me for a minute or two. I become tongue-tied, my nerves unravel, and I want to hide in the corner.
You would think by the time I turned seventy; I would have become thick-skinned in this department. Yesterday, a quote helped describe how I feel: “Highly sensitive people are too often perceived as weak or broken. But to feel intensely is not a symptom of weakness; it is the characteristic of a truly alive and compassionate human being. … Never be ashamed to let your feelings, smiles and tears shine a light in this world.”(from Marc and Angel Hack Life blog).
Lord, you created me to be a sensitive person, and I will use it to glorify you. Amen.