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I was just thinking about life and all of it's complexities. That's enough to make your mind go into overload. It's like a machine about to overheat, that rattles and shakes and eventually explodes, spewing its contents into the open and making anyone nearby run for cover. It can get ugly. So I try not to think about the subject much.
But this morning I was standing outside and my mind went there. More specifically, I was thinking about people who are needy versus those who are, well, just needy.
And there is a difference.
People who are needy actually need things. They are in a specific situation and need assistance for a short time. We've all been there, I'm sure. I seem to be there quite often these days!
But there is hope for those people. They know that once the situation passes, the need will no longer exist, and life will move on.
Then there is that group of people who live in a different "atmosphere", where they are always needy. No matter how much help they receive, they will always require assistance from someone. They perceive themselves as victims of this society, and that perception never ends. Then they go on to criticize those who have helped them, and blah, blah, blah. It never stops for them.
My thoughts turned to my Mom, who was always a helper. She gave and gave to people, always concerned for the others more than herself. Which probably had a lot to do with what I call her "untimely" death at the age of 52.
As much as she may have enabled others, Mom did see the difference between the needy and the needy.
In my own life I struggle to do the same. It's not easy, because I tend to be someone who gives too much. I know this about myself, and can sometimes hold myself back. But it's a fighting match, a war with me, and I sometimes lose the battle.
The current state of the economy has actually helped me in this dilemma, because I simply don't have the monetary resources to give much at all.
But then I turn my thoughts toward God, and realize that He does have the resources. So I begin to pray. I pray for the needy, that they will receive their help. And I pray for the needy, that they will somehow come out of their dysfunction and their "poor me" mentality and be healed of their critical and accusatory ways.
And then after all of that thinking, I get to the point described above, when the mind goes into overload.
Sometimes life's compelxities are just too hard to consider.
And I take my cup of coffee out on the deck with me, and I gaze at scenery and smile.
Life is not always hard. Mine is an adventure, and I just have to stop thinking too much about it!
