God will not make ugly happen...if it be conjured up by me for revenge or payback, he will not stand in the way. There. That's how unintended consequences come back on me...that's how I pick up mud and sling it in my own face.
However, my going off on Gertrude may be God's way of lifting me out of my determination to say nothing in the face of less-than-wonderful...saying nothing not as a spiritual objective but as a self-determined objective does naught but harbor a nascent resentment...it doesn't get born, but it acts as a constant nettle to my being.
That is the end result of what has been going on for the last five years with Gertrude's forked tongue and my nonresponse.
My thank you prayer this morning is that I watch it play out...wait for the rest of the story, as it were. Gertrude gets to do what Gertrude will do, and I have no idea how God has planned my part in it. I expect the end result...which will happen when it happens...to be both Gertrude and I will love and laugh. My hope is not together, but there it is, my hill to climb.
Thank you.
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