Caring Enough to Correct

In yesterday’s post, I made an error in wording that drastically changed the meaning of a sentence which I wrote.

“I find faith to be a vital part of my life, and I hope that – even when I do not blatantly throw it out there in my blog posts – it undermines what I say and do.”

This morning, as is par for the course for this pastor’s wife, I stood next to my huz and shook hands as parishioners left the church.  A dear couple who read and support my blogging efforts stopped to greet me.  I respect this couple, and I appreciate their feedback about my writing. As the conversation went, we somehow arrived at yesterday’s post.

The woman mentioned that I may have made a mistake in words. I was not quite sure what she meant and asked her to clarify.  When she told me about the fact that I used undermine instead of “underpin” or “undergird” as I had meant, I was pretty embarrassed.  Fortunately, she knows me well enough to know that it was a mistake (at least, she had hoped!).  And – fortunately – she cares enough about me to correct it.

My faith is foundational to who I am as a person.  I would never want anyone to think that I would think that I felt my faith undermined me rather than being my firm foundation on which I stand when things become difficult as well as when they are easy.  I honestly do not know how anyone faces the hard times in life without faith in God.  It is the hope and promise of eternal life that gives me strength to get out of bed each day and live in the present.

We laughed a bit about how perhaps I need an editor or a proofreader to ensure that I do not repeat these kinds of mistakes again in the future.  I mentioned that my son typically critiques my writing as he reads my blogs.  Last week in the bullying series, I used an informal tone in a paragraph that was pretty factual and formal.  He commented that this took away from my writing.  I went to the post as soon as I could to correct the issue. 

I appreciate it when people who love me correct me.  Although I am not typically open to criticism – I really do not like it! – I do think it is important to learn the art of being corrected.  When those who love me enough to correct – like my friend and my son – and when they do it in a loving way to support me as a person, I feel loved. 

When those who care enough to risk my wrath, I need to recognize that are not doing this to tear me down but rather to build me up. Although in the moment of correction this is not the first thing that comes to mind, it is what I should think.  I should be thankful for their courage and then consider their words. Although every “correction” may not be needed or accurate, more often than not it is right on the money and would be pretty helpful if I would listen.

Interestingly enough, the areas of my life that I want people to leave alone are the very areas in which I need the most correction.  In regards to being corrected about the poor use of wording in yesterday’s post, the correction has less to do with a poor choice of words and more to do with the lack of time spent proofreading my post before publishing it.  I wrote yesterday’s post on Friday – a frantic 12 hour work day that nearly left me spinning. I typically write my posts one day in advance so that I can schedule the publish time for 5:30 a.m.  In my frantic approach to yesterday’s post, I made a mistake (not unusual) which I then did not take the time to correct as I skimmed the post prior to publish. 

The issue is not poor writing skills but rather allowing myself to take on too many responsibilities and then not doing them all (or any of them) well.  Although my friend may have known this, she did not mention it this morning.  Instead, I have figured it out as I have typed this post.

This is often the case with me; the outward signs of the internal issues are not the main problem. Getting at the root cause of why I did not notice that I had used the wrong word is much more important than finding an editor or a proofreader.  Perhaps I need to consider if blogging every day is necessary.  My original goal in posting every day was to relieve stress.  Have I become so set on the legalism of posting every day that I have missed the point and have actually added stress to my life?

This is reason to pause and to consider.  Stay tuned…perhaps I will miss a day of blogging! Tomorrow may be the day as I am in a terrible amount of pain after a log day yesterday at the kids’ speech meet (the huz and I worked the judges’ lounge as the kids’ school was the host school).  I seem to have possibly re-injured (original injury was from being in the dunk tank last fall) my back. If I do skip tomorrow, you will know that I have chosen to address a root issue rather than exacerbate it, that I have chosen to relieve stress by not writing a post when I do not have the time or energy, and that I have chosen to be an example of wellness rather than of illness or sin.

By the way, today is National Grammar Day!  What a perfect day for a correction post! 

Readers – what do you think? How do you react when someone corrects you?  Is there an area of your life that you appreciate receiving correction?  Is there an area of your life that you would prefer people would stop correcting you?  How do you approach giving out correction?

Happy Sunday!

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