A divine set-up. Can’t call it anything else, Malleable Ones. The Divine Excavator showed up In the middle of my four-week series on Pyrite Pitfalls.
Wanna know something? I wasn’t the one spreading peace and joy. Quite the opposite actually. I was guilty. I spewed venom. Malleable unleashed more like it!
A tirade of sharp daggers directed at my helpmate.
I wasn’t operating in the fruits of the spirit. I threw words of frustration at him. That man ducked left and right at my words of anger.
At the end of my meltdown, he didn’t offer me the silent treatment. He didn’t storm out of the house.
He just placed his lips on my forehead and loved me well. He loved the evil out of my heart.
A raw knot of release.
Warmth emanated from his eyes. Those dark brown eyes have witnessed every shade of feeling since 1990.
Shattered hope and rebuilt promises.
“Sorry,” I whispered, raspy-voiced still.
I offered to fold the clean laundry that I had toppled over. We stood in silence and folded all sorts of clothing.
A soothing lull. Saturday morning light warmed our feet. Two weary souls, exhausted from the ups and downs that life brings.
Friends, I wish I could’ve shown you my Pay-Day Two-Step which occurred a few days after.
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I operated in complete carnality and I pretty much threw rotten fruit at my mate. No fruits of the spirit last Saturday, ladies.
A fool always loses his temper, but a wise man holds it back–Proverbs 29:11
My pent-up anger and frustration was overcome by a heavenly grace that operated through my husband.
My anger was a response to what was occurring in my private domain. After it was all said and done, we got to talking about the underlying issues.
A crucial conversation.
And a renewed haven of redeeming hope–once again.
Do you let anger fester? Or do you spew? How have you handled this natural emotion?