Wednesday, 21 September 2011

  • I Still Slam Doors: When Anger Strikes

    We had a "misunderstanding" over the weekend. Well, actually I had a misunderstanding--and it wasn't pretty. I got angry and let him know it. He tried talking things out, but I only got more upset.

    So I got my angry self up and marched right out of the room and away from the words that would've brought me peace if only I'd listened to the truth of what he was saying. I even slammed a door on my way out.

    And you know what he did? He opened that door right up and came and found me and said he was sorry for hurting me, sorry for the thing I was upset about. Sorry for the thing I misconstrued to be something it wasn't.

    So I acted like a baby, and he showed me compassion.

    And today it brings me to tears how much he cared that I was hurt--in spite of my anger, in spite of the fit I threw, and even though the reason for it all existed only in my imagination. That's quite an example to set for someone {like me} who used to feel justified in getting mad at the other person simply because they got mad at me first. Or for someone {like me} who goes around slamming doors when they get mad. I thought I'd risen above that sort of thing.

    There was a time not so long ago when I said I was done with relationships, done taking chances on love. Then a friend heard me say so and warned me not to place limits on what God might be doing in my life. She assured me there would be someone else in my future, and I remember her words clearly as she prophesied: "He will be so full of Jesus that he will bring tears to your eyes and healing to your heart."

    And what a difference the love of Jesus makes. How it heals the hurts of our past. What mercy. Thank you, Lord.

    Oh, and B? I'm sorry again. Thank you for loving me anyway. You are full of Jesus and it does make me cry.

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