The Manner In Which We Wake
The
Manner In Which We Wake
Every morning an opportunity. To slit the
par awakening of our souls in mesh of the new day’s dawn. Will waves of attention give ear to the
carried distortion of the last eve? Or
will we feel the gentle inland breeze to refresh and lift again?
“Be angry and do not sin; do not let the
sun go down on your anger.” That’s a good
one. I’ve gotten a lot of mileage of out
that one. Even as it were a job.
Titusville, Florida 1990 at a small grocery
store. I had taken up living with my
sister and her husband temporarily as I struggled to define the meaning of
life. Kenneth Copeland cassette tapes
and a newly purchased thick Bible kept me awake all night reading the red lines
of Jesus. Silly as it seamed, my
twenty-year-old ness once destined to become an engineer in State’s training
now bluffed shelves at a southern Winn Dixie.
I was truly saved cleaving to the One who loved me.
Yet, in all this bliss, I rawly learned
the power of forgiveness. Upon closing
one night, the store manager and I had some words. Based on a religious misunderstanding that went
wrong, he worked up his emotions in a way for me to consider my hiring
loosed. Coming home on the usual lengthened
bicycle ride, I myself worked the happenings about in my mind. A quick phone call back to the store secured
my duty as I asked the manager’s forgiveness.
He acquiesced and pardoned my confrontation previously.
The bottom line felt in my wallet assured
me that God’s way worked. I had scrapped
for my job, yet I had also let that man of the hook. See, he was a believer also. Tormented as he was by former decisions, but
still on the way.
Simple obedience to God's law of love frees
us. Taking anger to bed with you makes
for an unruly bit of bedfellowing. With
hair amessed and bad breath, you awake in a stilled rage not willing to let the
matter lie forgotten on your pillow.
Emotions bleed to the next day and build.
God knows us. He wired us.
He gives us the power of forgiveness as a loose from the trapping of our
souls.
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