I have noticed that when I am tired and run-down, I get irritable and grouchy. My discomfort leads me to sometimes think ill of those who love me. I hate that. I hate when I think ill of others just because I am uncomfortable or don’t get what I want or think I deserve. Such a sinner I am! I hate complaining and whining. I hate coming unglued. If this attitude is allowed to fester, my impatience will spill over by accusing those who love me of wrong. I accuse them for not treating me as I think I ought to be treated. Then I become despondent when I can’t control my selfish pride or fundamentally change what I am. All of this turmoil teaches me something far more important than that I am a great sinner. Why should I wrongly accuse those who love me? I enjoyed their kindness in the good times. Why accuse them of evil in the bad times?! Such is the tendency of my fickle heart.
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Pastor Rick Warta