I have been finding it extra hard to be positive lately. Because I have been stressed out, it seems like everyone annoys me. or pisses me off. or makes me want to punch them in the throat.
(yes I am a christian...yes I should not think this way...but I do sometimes...I am human. No it doesnt make me a hypocrite...it makes me real!)
Today in my quiet time..at starbucks...with Jesus...when I was reading in Luke I was reminded that I shouldnt be such a b word. I shouldnt judge people so harshly. I should love people more. I shouldnt pick out the things that annoy me and want me to throat punch...I should focus on the things that are awesome about them. I shouldnt let people who are mean to me, get to me. I shouldnt let the fact that I feel left out or manipulated make me turn into this...
Because really....no one likes that. ( F.Y.I...thats one of the pictures that came up when I googled rabid animal) scary.
It says in Luke...
The Message (MSG)
35-36 “I tell you, love your enemies. Help and give without expecting a return. You’ll never—I promise—regret it. Live out this God-created identity the way our Father lives toward us, generously and graciously, even when we’re at our worst. Our Father is kind; you be kind.
37-38 “Don’t pick on people, jump on their failures, criticize their faults—unless, of course, you want the same treatment. Don’t condemn those who are down; that hardness can boomerang. Be easy on people; you’ll find life a lot easier. Give away your life; you’ll find life given back, but not merely given back—given back with bonus and blessing. Giving, not getting, is the way. Generosity begets generosity.”
Wait...What? I have to love the people who make me want to
I have to love them.I cant judge people because it says very clearly that I will be judged with the same measure that I judge people.
Jesus loves me, and he expects me to love people just like he does. And He loves me when I am a b word. He loves me when I am too hard on my kids, when I am sassy to my husband, when I am short with the cashier, when I am feeling like screaming and eating 4 dozen red velvet cupcakes. He just loves me. Nothing I can do can make Him love me less. And thats how I should love. without strings. I need to learn to let go of the things that make me crazy. Its called grace.
I need to replace a punch to the face...(or throat) with Grace. (haha see what I did there...I was trying to rhyme)
And you do too. Because I know you have all had thoughts like these.
Happy Humpday. No throat punching today...mmm kay?