I had a run-in with an acquaintance, and I was able to not
respond in kind to her real reaming me out. And I remained silent without
effort…I knew in my mind and in my heart that this was not personal to me.
My hard lesson learning now is to continue in my thinking to
let it stay “not personal to me.”
I awoke this morning with an unquiet mind. Once I took the
time to sort my thoughts, I realized I was starting to chew her a new one, pay
her back, shame her…all my favorite self-poisoning thoughts.
I quick turned my thoughts to things of God, i.e., a bed of
lilies of the valley, Ruckus, my young friend James.
Once my thoughts got settled, I could see that I was feeling
pride over remaining silent, not responding in kind, etc. And it was not mine
to feel pride about. I know full well I am incapable of remaining calm in the
midst of a storm not even aimed at me. What I had was the opportunity to
praise my acquaintance for being the instrument through which God worked to
show me that is a possibility…and He did it through me, for me.
Then the BFO: If she doesn't benefit, too…if she doesn't come out a winner, too…then neither of us wins. As long as my thoughts are that
God did for me, through me, and not for us, through us, I am still in the place
where resentments get born. They just spring out full grown one fine
morning…like this morning when I awoke with an unquiet mind. That was a
resentment looking to form.
Which takes me back to lust committed in your thoughts is
lust committed. As long as I am saying naught to anybody about it just silently
obsessing over my righteous behavior, I am still judging her.
My need is to detach from my own thoughts about it. When the
thought arises, and it will, I get to simply turn to God with the desire that
both my friend and I realize God’s love in this situation, however that
manifests.
God cannot shower love on only one side. Since God is love,
all sides get to come out the winner. [Personal, and slightly sanctimonious, note to all warmongers.]
Thank You.
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