On occasion, I need a good “talking to” from God. Somehow God seems to know exactly when I need it and what needs to be said. My mother had the same skill.
This time I had let my maturity be my excuse for being irritable, being judgmental, and being more sensitive to my own petty needs than the true needs of my neighbors. I was a jerk.
God took me to the woodshed and explained how the cow ate the cabbage, There is no excuse for bad behavior, and God reminded me that my material needs should rank very low on the totem pole. There is a never a time when we can’t identify something to be thankful and grateful for.
Yes, the world is a mess, we are divided, and violence seems to be an acceptable response, but my reaction always needs to be part of a solution, no matter how small, versus part of the problem.
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