I feel angry… not angry at someone in particular, but about many things in general. I don’t do anger well, Jesus, so really shepherd my anger. I usually stuff it deep—into a dark cellar where it grows like mold. I don’t want old hurts to barrel into the present situation, making it hard to stay engaged, gentle and kind. I’m certain I want to honor you more than I want to feel vindicated. // Scotty Smith
When the unsummoned, unwelcome past invades the day, Lord act. Heal. Love.
When I'm not certain of your love, I resort to unhealthy, destructive choices.
"Those who cling to worthless idols forfeit the grace that could be theirs” (Jonah 2:8). I don’t want to be swallowed by something big just to be brought back to gospel sanity, yet again. So shepherd me now, Jesus, to your glory and my growth.
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