06/07/2026
The older I get… the less I judge people.
Because life has introduced me to people whose stories I never saw coming.
I now understand why Grace is 42 and still unmarried.
Why Aunt Rachael and her husband haven’t had children for 10 years.
Why David always says he’s “busy” but is quietly battling depression.
Why Faith left a successful career and started over from scratch.
Why James earns a good salary but still has nothing to show for it.
Why Amina raises her children alone.
Why Ruth no longer attends church.
Why Brian drinks more than he should.
Why Sarah keeps everyone at arm’s length.
Why Mercy never smiles in family photos anymore.
Why Peter is still living with his parents.
Why Esther chose peace over staying in a marriage that was destroying her.
Why John rarely speaks during gatherings.
Why Lydia keeps postponing her dreams.
Why Kevin laughs the loudest, yet cries when no one is watching.
Why some people disappear.
Why others never ask for help.
Why some hearts become guarded.
And why not every battle leaves visible scars.
The truth is…
Growing older hasn’t given me all the answers.
It has simply taught me that every person is carrying a story I know nothing about.
So I’ve become slower to ask,
“What’s wrong with them?”
And quicker to ask,
“What have they been through?”
Because compassion begins where assumptions end.
May we become women who pray more than we gossip…
Who listen more than we speculate…
Who extend grace before we pass judgment.
After all, only God has read every chapter of another person’s story.
So let us be known—not for judging people by what we see—but for loving them despite what we don’t. ❤️
