After a silly game of mafia where I was the only person voting the wrong person out…
“That was dumb.” I’m carelessly smiling, still having a good time, thinking,
That was evil.
From time to time I keep being attacked with memories of the cutting and careless words of passers gone by. Making me feel so insecure for being slow to comeback, and fueling from being smart and wise enough to keep my mouth shut.
“Do not overcome evil with evil.”
“Do not give the devil a foothold.”
Forgive readily and steadily, D.
Because one flashback of pain leads to another one, and another one. And then you want to somehow get even, in some way. But you don’t forget what the Lord says. And you hang on to his guidance and wisdom. And you remember, the price you are paying – your pride – for your spiritual growth and destination is in no way comparable to blood that was shed for you, your spiritual growth, your peace of mind, and your freedom to be.