Before you Google Snarky, I'll help you out:
SNARKY: A witty mannerism, personality, or behavior that is a combination of sarcasm and cynicism. Usually accepted as a complimentary term. sarcastic, impertinent, or irreverent in tone or manner
From what I can tell, I'm not the only one that has this issue... Doesn't make it right or acceptable. I've often told Honey that I could not work as a automotive service advisor. I would be fired for telling a customer that, it is not our fault they didn't plan ahead and waited till the day before their vacation, which they planned 6 months ago, to have their auto problems fixed, new tires, or oil changed.
I've been snarky with my kids. Their lack of planning is not going to cause an emergency on my side. They may have inherited some of this from me.
Time and time again, I chide myself and wish I were kinder, sweeter, more Proverbs 31 (but honestly, this woman seems to be a bit beyond my reach), prettier, in better shape, easier to talk to, less distracted,... You fill in the blank. One Sunday, I was talking to a friend and they made a comment about a subject close to my heart and their opinion just about seared my soul. They weren't meaning to. Maybe it was a due to a bit of honesty in their observations, but their words were stomping on my heart...
It was a tough week with my mom, school was starting back up, my regular school year kids were back in my care, too little sleep, a bit of loneliness... Not the best week, but it sure wasn't hopeless! Getting ready for church on Sunday, my playlist began running through some of my favorites... Tripping over dogs underfoot, outfit change #4, foundation, some blush, oh shoot... chipped polish on my toes won't go with those comfy sandals... then the first strum of guitar and beat of drum pulsed through the speakers.... He Knows My Name by Francesca Battistelli Listen I heard Him say to me.
Listen... He said again... though I heard her voice begin, picking up where she had just left off.
By the time I arrived at church, I was a bit of a mess. First friend was Miss I visiting with her sweet Momma. She gave me the biggest hug and then a mug with all these wonderful quips about friends (my favorite one was "Friends become our chosen Family") and I cried. I cried as her momma hugged me. I miss her coming here daily, but I am so thrilled for the new opportunity that God has placed their family in and thankful I do get to see them from time to time. She is a friend of the heart. As I turned from her, I saw a longtime friend, tears in her eyes approach me. She just reached out and enveloped me in a hug and let me cry. The frustrations and self-doubts finally came out. She told me of her mom's struggle with dementia and her struggle with that, and as we talked, she listened. "My brain just can't wrap itself around why I would be good friend material. We go from work to nursing home, do dinner and go to bed, only to do it all over again. Late nights that Honey works, schedules. I have no clue what is going on with anyone or even watch the news."
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"Can I ask you something? Those things that you say to yourself... Would you ever say them to someone else," she asked, understanding deep in her eyes. "No, of course you wouldn't! Then why do you say them to yourself?"
This week is better. Her question and challenge has echoed through my head all week. My head is clearing and I'm listening...
I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength. -Philippians 4:12-13