It seems we Moms. . . well, we humans. . . live in a constant state of practice softening the heart away from bitterness. Or not.
Somedays, I’m pretty successful at keeping the acid away. Other days, I fail miserably. There is victory on the days I can let bitterness fade it’s hold on my heart. Those are the days my Creator’s freedom and comfort set in. I’m learning to acknowledge those things that have been pushed away to fester, so I can start working with them. Each loss leaves a scar and a possible future inroad to a place that allows bitterness to settle in. You and I can release that knot in the stomach, reverse that lump in the throat – by choosing to teach that bitterness muscle to relax. I had that experience recently – in prayer, alone, when the bitterness moment came, collateral damage has been done, unwary victims bloodied, a light fading from the winter sky gave a very clear, “no, this is not the way it’s going to be. I will not accept the bitter.”
I got up and walked away. I’ve kept it at bay every since. Some days it is a great deal of work, but my heart reaps the rewards.
‘Well, now is the right time to listen, the day to be helped. Don’t put it off; don’t frustrate God’s work by showing up late, throwing a question mark over everything we’re doing.’ 2 Corinthians 6:2
Wake up. Release your clutch. Go.
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