Did I seriously just do that?
Yes, sadly, I did.
I just sent a series of nasty texts to my buddy. Complete with all sorts of profanity, attacks on his character, and very cruel intentions. What a mess. I still disagree with what he said. But what I said was absolutely uncalled for.
Seems nearly every conversation we have had lately involves us talking about being logical. According to him, I am rather logical for being female. This was a complete swing into illogical emotional mayhem. Mom knows I hold it all in till I explode. I did not even realise myself what wickedness I harboured in my heart toward him. That was very, very ugly.
It started with a good intention too. When I first made my request of him, it was out of love. I still do not know who is right. I believe I am. Regardless, my words were an expression of wickedness within me. To hell with that crap [and stay there! there should be no place for it in my life]. We could disagree on the request for the rest of our lives, but there is absolutely no place for me to remove grace from my speech.
I was so angry and tired that I do not recall what all was said (nor do I wish to!). It stopped when I fell asleep.
That was probably the most I have ever used those disgusting words. What a mess. The fool multiplies words.
I was plagued by demons. I rarely glimpse the spiritual wars around me, but by the time I was about to fall asleep, I could clearly sense the demons about me. Thank God for sleep. Maybe some logicality returns with rest. I am much more calm.
For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh. For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ
2 Corinthians 10:3-5
Yes, sadly, I did.
I just sent a series of nasty texts to my buddy. Complete with all sorts of profanity, attacks on his character, and very cruel intentions. What a mess. I still disagree with what he said. But what I said was absolutely uncalled for.
Seems nearly every conversation we have had lately involves us talking about being logical. According to him, I am rather logical for being female. This was a complete swing into illogical emotional mayhem. Mom knows I hold it all in till I explode. I did not even realise myself what wickedness I harboured in my heart toward him. That was very, very ugly.
It started with a good intention too. When I first made my request of him, it was out of love. I still do not know who is right. I believe I am. Regardless, my words were an expression of wickedness within me. To hell with that crap [and stay there! there should be no place for it in my life]. We could disagree on the request for the rest of our lives, but there is absolutely no place for me to remove grace from my speech.
I was so angry and tired that I do not recall what all was said (nor do I wish to!). It stopped when I fell asleep.
That was probably the most I have ever used those disgusting words. What a mess. The fool multiplies words.
I was plagued by demons. I rarely glimpse the spiritual wars around me, but by the time I was about to fall asleep, I could clearly sense the demons about me. Thank God for sleep. Maybe some logicality returns with rest. I am much more calm.
For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh. For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ
2 Corinthians 10:3-5
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