She makes me so mad. I told my husband.
I was fed up and ready to just scream. This person had gone too far and I was so over it. They had said some things about me that weren’t true. I dismissed my husband as he tried to explain why they might be saying things about me.
“I don’t care! I’m so over it!” I said out loud.
The thoughts I had kept bottled up all week came pouring out like hot lava all over our bed that night. I said “truth” but in reality it was just major complaining. It was dark outside and equally dark in my heart.
“I’m done.” I said. And I meant it. I’m doing trying to be nice to them….
The hate and anger from my bitter heart erupted like a volcano and I melted from the tears pouring from my eyes. I hugged myself and refused to hold my husband’s hand as he tried to comfort me.
I had told everyone that I didn’t care what people said about me. I thought I could be cold and unfeeling, but that night I was feeling all of the hurt from words spoken about me. Yes, this person had to learn to be kind – but I felt it was going to be my job to call them out on their ugliness.
In fact, I told myself I would “tell it like it is” the next time we had an interaction. I fell asleep thinking of all of the hurtful (AND TRUE) things I could say. As I lay there I pictured all of the “truth” I could pour down on this person – only it was covered in hate, not love, and so the next morning God had to work on my heart.
The never next morning (I literally mean, not even nine hours later) I opened my Bible to where I had been reading in Philippians the past few months. I was in chapter two and read these words…..read the rest of the story here.
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