I’ve been a jerk. And worse, I’ve been trying to justify myself. Because, well, everyone understands how difficult this particular struggle/situation/individual is. Each time it comes up or I have to deal with something hard I do subtle things to give in to frustration. The least of which are lots of eye rolls. And no small amount of grumbling. Great sighs.
Like what is that? Somehow minimizing my outward disgust makes it okay? Sending that crap out through a filter means I can get away with it? You can put your boots in the oven but that don’t make ’em a biscuit.
I’ve got to be honest. I’m angry and my reaction to all the junk is just plain wrong. I been living a little like this particular hill is something rare or unique.🦄
Yeah, I know I’m not alone in feeling like this. Or the only one who reacts like this. But that don’t make it right. I heard some great reminders yesterday about the love of God and how that’s the source of our love. Those of us who follow Jesus and believe the gospel can live that love.
Because, Jesus meant what He said. He proved it in His life and when he died then rose again. What grace that can still learn. What grace that I can be forgiven. What grace.
“Therefore if you have been raised up with Christ, keep seeking the things above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God.” Colossians 3:1