I went off hiking today with a group from Clayton's BCM. I'm very glad that I went and my legs are very mad at me right now.
On the way back, I struck up a conversation with a girl about Jane Austin (and of course Jane Eyre), and we were discussing favorite JA novels. Mine is still Pride and Prejudice, with Persuasion as a second. (And of course, I'll always love Mr. Rochester but would never end up with someone like him in real life.)
Then I sat and thought, sometimes, I really identify with Emma Woodhouse from Emma. Both P novels had sweet girls surrounded by snooty men and women. Emma is one of the snooty women but she has a heart of gold, always wants to help her friend Harriet Smith, but always ends up meddling.
Thinking of her now, I know am figuring out why I obsess over people so much. I want to fix them! I want to convert them to Presbyterianism and the GOP and at least agree with something Calvin said because it's actually what Paul said. And then I forget that I'm not the Messiah, that I can't change their hearts, and that I can only love them as they are and try to focus on other friends and activities while not neglecting them in the process. So instead of all the things I have in common with them, I go around and talk about what makes us different. Celebrating diversity at its finest.
So now I greatly have to pray that God shuts my mouth and only opens it when I have positive things to say about what I believe, not negative things about what they believe. Maybe this could transfer over into Refuge, too.