Understanding

Everyone wants to be understood. They want to feel validated and approved of. I hate being misunderstood. I also hate missing the opportunity to defend myself when someone assumes something false about me to be true. I have had to come to the realization that not everyone will understand me, and I won't be able to understand everyone else. It doesn't mean that I can't like those I don't understand, but sometimes I wonder if they don't like me because they don't understand me.
I currently know someone who once told me that the victims of 9-11 were victims of something the U. S. has had coming for a long time. Now, I don't understand why she thinks that way, but we get along well. I think God wants us to understand Him, but He knows that we can't possibly understand him completely. His response to this is grace, mercy, and the willingness to assume our human qualities as proof that He understands us. I love a God that I cannot understand, but He loves me despite how much He understands about me.