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Has something, like something little, just irked you for years and years and years? And you aren't openly mad about it when you are with the person, but then they have to go and do something even more irksome, and then, of course, you remember that you were irked 10 years ago, and now you're just doubly irked because you just couldn't let go of what bothered you to begin with?
Or maybe you are sane and you would never let those trivial things get to you?
Perhaps you don't let these things get to you because you already know this exciting piece of scripture that just days ago settled into my heart. Not only settled, but dare I say, took root?
Most important of all, continue to show deep love for each other, for love covers a multitude of sins.
1 Peter 4: 8
What I realize is this: If I don't feel loved by someone, or rather, if I don't feel confident that someone REALLY loves me, I start stacking their offenses. I make sure that I catalogue all of his/her flaws so that somehow I can make myself feel better about not feeling loved.
When, in my head I start ranting:
I can't believe she said...
I can't understand why she would...
What was he thinking when he...
I'm really wondering:
Why doesn't she love me enough?
Why am I not lovable?
If he really loved me, wouldn't he...?
I would love to say that I got out of this ridiculously self-centered cycle by just realizing that things are just not that much about me, but no. Apparently, I'm not that mature. Instead, I was wooed out of it. I literally feel like God used a particular person to just heap love on me. And she just loved me and loved me and loved me. She loved me so much that I could just could never doubt for a second how much she stinkin' loves me.
And I'm no longer irked. Not in the least bit. About anything. Not from things ten years ago, not two-weeks ago, not even two seconds ago if something had just happened. And it's not even just confined to this one person who has loved me so well. I'm not irked by anyone or anyone's past transgressions, little or huge. I am not angry at all.
Whoa. I don't think I've been anger free in quite sometime. This is a taste of freedom, friends. A taste of freedom. Love really does have the power to blot out the transgressions, the sins, the little irks, too.
My prayer for you, especially of those of you like me, who can be irked rather easily, that God would put someone in your life, or perhaps it would even be He Himself, to love you so well and so much that you just have no room in your heart, mind, or soul, to be irked. To be angry. To hold a grudge.
There's freedom in that friends. And I want to share in that freedom with you.
Linking up with Michelle at Graceful.