Today I got mad.
I got out the car and slammed the door.
I took off in a huff with tears coming down my face.
Hands balled up in a fist. I was mad because someone had done it again.
Someone said something which convinced me to believe that there was something mentally wrong with me.
I had that thought again. That thought that says “Something is wrong with you, you’re not right in the head. You need to go get checked out.
I bet you didn’t know I had those thoughts. I bet you didn’t know.
There’s this war however, happening on the inside of me, my spirit man against my flesh.
My flesh tells me that when I get angry, I have the right to ball up my fists and slam the door.
I wanted so badly to believe my flesh today because I wanted to be angry to stay there to feel justified in my anger .
But he wouldn’t let me. The one living inside me that fights against my flesh every day. The one who reminded me in all of my anger that I didn’t have to ball up my fists and slam the car door. He began to whisper to me and tell me that there was nothing wrong with me. Those whispers began to silence those angry thoughts that seemed so loud. Those thoughts all silenced by one simple whisper that said I made you from my image. I am perfect and you are perfect because when I look at you I see the perfection of my son. The human part of you is flawed but the Spirit living inside of you Is perfect enough to cover all of those flaws that you see.
He is called the Holy Spirit the one who whispered to me.
As I walked back home I begin to unclench my fists and the whisper became louder until it was a clear audible voice and the only thing that I could hear.
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