Being treated harshly.
Not getting an apology.
A rolling of the eyes.
If I kept a record of the wrongs – the times that hurtful things pierced my heart inflicting pain – against the times I have been the heart-wounder, I wonder which way the scale would tip?
NOTE TO SELF: "…He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows…He was wounded for our trangressions and He was bruised for our iniquities…By His stripes, we are healed…" Both the pain I have internalized and the pain I have carelessly doled out – He prepared for it all. He covers it all.
Throw away records against others. Work on clearing my own.