I realized the other day that Jesus was able to have compassion for people to such a great degree because He knew the whole story. This has changed the outlook of my day-to-day life. For instance, now when driving, I attempt to refrain from yelling at the driver in front, beside, or behind me, that is doing something inconsiderate or seemingly stupid. Or perhaps when I think of a person who can make me crazy sometimes because of their persistent annoyance, I pause and wonder what could have possibly caused it. You see, if I think this way all the time, I would be nice. But I don't think this way all the time, and for that I am very sorry.

I also don't understand why, as a seventeen-year-old, that I can't know "love". I question my own self, as to whether I know what I am thinking or saying when I say that word. It is a strong word, but why can't I know the power of it?
And this seems like the right argument until I acknowledge that I could be wrong.