And then, suppose there is no resolution to the initial hurt? Suppose I have to continue interacting with all of the "someones" who are a part of my irritation? I could so easily pick up my hurt and disappointment the moment I am in their presence. I'm sure one of my besties would come alongside me and say, "heck ya, that wasn't very respectful to you!" Or, "how dare they do that!! You sure do have a right to be mad! I would be mad too!" My chin would jut out, my shoulders would drop down, and I would stand taller, feeling vindicated and understood. None of that would transform my hurt, soften my disappointment or soothe my anger. I would see those likes and comments of validation, knowing that others share or at least understand my emotions. I could weave this tale with a friend or post something in an eerily passive way on social media. Someone took the last bit of coffee cream, leaving me with skim milk. The garbage cans are still sitting at the end of the driveway, and it was garbage day four days ago. Someone borrowed the car and brought it home empty.
How do I connect to the love of God with the emotion of anger coursing through my veins? Today is a very human kind of day where no one filled the dishwasher or offered to help with the groceries. I am supposed to be writing about the love of God in Christ alone. When fears are stilled when strivings cease What heights of love what depths of peace Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
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