We are in a different campground with our trailer today, having come a few hours north to see family. This period of campground living while we work on buying property in Mexico has been so frustrating for me.  Today I especially struggled with a rotten attitude  because while the other parks have all been filled with sweet seniors who my paranoid brain was sure would turn us into CPS for having 5 children, or for keeping them indoors for school or some other nonsense, this campground is not so clean cut.  The R.V.s are older and there are a few families here who have been here for quite a while.  They are what I, in my proud way would call trailer trash,  and I am embarrassed to think that people might think my family is the same way.  Criminals, drug users, whatever it is that makes families live in places like this for the long haul.

But then my heart breaks. In Mexico we work with rough people, but it seems less threatening when they speak a different language, there is no way I could be mistaken for one of them, and their troubles are often more about economics than about bad choices.  However, there but for the grace of God go I, when we are tempted to think that we are better than some other group of people consider this:

Jesus, who knew no sin became sin so that we might be righteous.

Jesus, left heaven to hang out with cold, selfish people like me. and troubled, hurting people like them.

Jesus calls us to follow him, and to love others for His sake.

Lord, teach me to love more, and care about appearances less.