Defects

 I am reminded that when I don’t like someone because of some defect in their character, or some shortcoming that I see in their personality, I need to not so much focus on their so called deficiencies, as I see them, but look at my own.  I am supposed to be a believer in an in dwelling Power, God, Spirit.  Am I perfect?  Do I not have faults and character defects?  Yes, and this Indwelling Spirit dwells in me in spite of myself.  My God is not Judge, but Love.  If God can love me in my imperfections, maybe I could cut others some slack too.  And besides, maybe what irritates me about others comes down to me not getting my way, my imperfect way.