You’re taught at a young age not to make excuses. Why then when we get older all we are fed from one another are excuses? We go from “my brother or sister made me do it” to “the devil made me do it.” One I never thought I would be in the receiving end of would be, “his mental status made him do it.” Fools. They, were all fools. Fools that had been fooled.
We hear excuses and we give excuses. Most excuses are given or received, then left at the table, so to speak. I had to endure hearing the same excuse on a yearly basis. “He didn’t mean it and he won’t do it again but to be on the safe side you’ll be notified that he’s not able to attempt to do it again every year, until….”
Excuses. When do you decide to listen and accept? Ignore and reject? Afterall, isn’t an excuse just another lie.
Then again, there are those excuses in life we just have to live with, whether or not we accept, reject, listen or ignore. It’s the biggest horse pill to swallow when you have no control, especially over what you believe to be a lie, a slap in the face.
I think learning over time, over lots of time, to be myself with God helped plenty to be able to live with the horse pill of my life. Asking Him the hard questions and expressing my true emotions, even and especially hate at times, and not pretending, was the beginning of the fog being lifted. It was only but a mire thin layer of the dark cloud, but a layer all the same.