For instance, something happened in my life nearly thirty years ago that was so overwhelmingly big and ugly, not to mention unearned, that I just accepted that God's hand had to be in it.
There was one person, Gertrude, at the center of the ugly who became a sort of tar baby to me. Every time I mentioned her name in any context at all, it seemed tar and feathers would descend upon me. Not being entirely stupid, I quit mentioning her name. But the situation, dripping venom, would come in and out of my life over the years, and I would vocally respond not at all. I would thank God that I knew his hand had to be in this, for what reason I could not imagine, and then usually I would mentally curse Gertrude.
There was another person, Sylvia, who had started the ball rolling in this situation who came to me at that time and told me (and me only) that she bet I was angry at her for starting this...then she simply moved to another state. Literally. I never thought of her again.
Stuff around this situation has happened recently, and this very morning I realized that Gertrude is my angel...I saw that I could never have "not responded in kind" without her as my angel. Any animosity I had felt, any negative feelings toward her, were simply lifted from me.
End of God's story.
But, bet your bottom, Baby, ego lives! I almost immediately, and for the first time, thought of Sylvia...that betraying, low-life! She was the initiator, the source of all my woes. What was wrong with me that I hadn't walked all over her mud-slinging, back-stabbing body, and rat-a-tat-tat and blah, blah, blah.
And there it is. There's Love and Laughter on the hoof! Don't tell me God doesn't know funny when we hand it to him.
Thank you.
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