Sometimes, I can be extremely naive to my own mistakes. I can be clueless to the ways I may offend individuals, living blissfully in my ignorance.
As I reflect on each sermon or professional conversation, I look back and see when I’ve made insensitive or inappropriate errors in communicating.
One particular blunder has continued to chew in mind.
One Sunday, in a sermon, I casually compared my dog’s anxiety to that of a veteran’s PTSD…. Saying something to the line of “Much like a ‘nam flashback.'” FROM THE PULPIT no less.
FACE TO PALM! 🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️
Looking back, I’m so embarrassed. I strive to always be someone who speaks intentionally and in consideration of other. My judgement lapsed in the midst of making light of my dog.
I have loved ones who have been changed by war. I myself struggle with PTSD, not related to military service. Why did I think that would be ok?
It’s haunting the empty spaces in my mind. I lay in bed embarrassed. And I need to say I’m sorry.
I can’t move on to finish my sermon for tomorrow while this looms over my head.
I know better. I will do better.