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Jenn’s Journey-from Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Monday, December 15th, 2014
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It’s already Monday … again?! Welcome to Coffee Hour and Jenn’s Journey! I love sharing my thoughts with you and I pray that they inspire you in your journey. I actually found these thoughts that I had written  almost three years ago, and I’m so glad I wrote them down, because there are times when I don’t feel like I’m making any progress in this thing called life! Grab your coffee and come on in.

Lessons can be learned in the strangest places. Today I tackled a project I have put off for a very long time. I know why I have put it off; it’s because it represents to me a whole pile of broken promises. I have not wanted to face it. But today, I faced it. And with it came thoughts and the inspiration to write them down.

The project lies behind my garage in a former dog pen. Piles of branches, weeds, leaves and dirt lay on top of a dry dog — well, you get the picture. For two hours I weeded, cut up branches, piled up dry palm leaves and filled two trash cans. More piles wait for when the garbage cans are emptied. This project is far from over!

I realized how much these piles represent how my soul has felt for the past three years … a mess of tangled thoughts, hurt, anger, and sadness. Often, I have not wanted raketo face that fact either. It’s easier to put it aside, try to forget it’s there or let it stress me. How much better is it to just get to work on the ‘piles’ of stuff? How does one work on those things in the soul that pile up, stress and depress? I think it is by facing it and getting to work on it. For me, that includes letting God get into my heart to help me let go so He can get rid of the junk. He does that by sending loved ones, friends, counselors, a story….something or someone who will help us face whatever it is we need to get rid of.

As I raked up some leaves, I found a snake curled up. Freaked me out!!! It reminded me of the devil, who once appeared as a snake, and how easily he can hide and sneak in when you least expect it. I can think I am making progress and then bam! The sneaky old devil hides under a pile of leftover anger, resentment, and hatred. All of those negative things come from him. So I hastily picked it up, and threw it out. Exactly how I will deal with the devil…throw him out of my life.

Admittedly, when I looked at the pile that still exists behind the garage, I started to feel overwhelmed, and how similar that is to my healing process. Sometimes it feels like the piles just get pushed around and moved to a different spot. But that’s ok because that pile is going to slowly diminish and one day, be gone! It’s a work in progress, just like me!

So if you ever feel that way, remember, He who began a new/good work will be faithful to complete it … when? Not until we see Him face to face! [Phil. 1:6]

Have a great week,

JennJenn

Monday’s Manna from Castro’s Corner @ Chicklit Power

Monday, June 16th, 2014

 

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Well, I hope that each and every one of you had an amazing Father’s Day. I want to be completely honest with all of you; Father’s Day is tough for me. I’ve been contemplating about writing on this, but God has put this on my heart.

My father Richard Castro passed away in September of 1998 after battling a rare form of lung cancer for sixteen years. Out of anger and frustration, I only visited his burial site three times. I visited him after I graduated from college, again after Kay and I married, and just recently again with my brother Evan. I would have given anything to have my Dad at my college graduation, since I knew it was his dream to see me graduate; he was never fortunate enough to have the option to attend college, since his family was financially strapped. During our wedding in Kauai, I knew my Dad was there in spirit but I still visited his grave site afterwards to tell him the good news.

Last week, as I was stressing about coordinating the fundraising event for Sarah Amento, I had an emotional and spiritual awakening because of it. Sarah Amento, wife and mother of five, was diagnosed with stage three, triple negative breast cancer. I’ve been working tirelessly with my team to orchestrate a fundraising event to help raise the amount needed for her treatment costs while she’s in Austria. I came home on Wednesday night stressed and overwhelmed beyond all measure. A majority of all the planning was done, but there were a few loose ends that weren’t coming together as easily as I had anticipated. I was praying diligently but felt as if my way was easier than God’s way.

At around 11PM on Wednesday I was still working from home, so I decided to shut the laptop down, put on my trail running shoes,  my head-lamp, grab my boot-knife (I always run with one, since we live close to the canyon and there seems to be a dense population of coyotes and mountain lions…I mean you never know, right!?) and I was gone. I ran to the bottom of the canyon and as I was heading back up I began thinking of how much I missed my Dad. Sarah’s battle has brought back all of those not-so-fond memories. Anger, mixed with pure frustration, overcame me. As I was sprinting up the canyon my legs were on fire and thoughts of my Dad and Sarah filled my heart with fury. Why does God always allow the good ones to suffer? My leg pain sent me yelling at the top of my lungs and I could hear myself echoing through the dark canyon as I sounded like a wild man. Hopefully I didn’t wake any of my neighbors.

I finally reached the top of the hill. I was breathing heavy and with tears in my eyes, I stopped, bowed my head and prayed for peace. After praying I instantly felt comforted and as I ran home, I remembered how much my Father taught me about putting my faith in Christ. I will be leaving here after I am done writing this to head out to my Father’s grave site where I’ll find it written “A Heart for Jesus.” My dad is my hero and I hope he would be proud of me for giving back to Sarah. God Bless You All!

In His Love,

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Garrett Castro

P.S. The fundraiser is at Fitness 19 in Yucaipa on June 25th beginning at 4:00 p.m. Hope to see you there; I would love to meet you!

Monday Manna-from Castro’s Corner of Chicklit Power!

Monday, March 3rd, 2014
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Happy Monday Manna!

I hope that each and every one of you had a blessed weekend. It’s incredible how fast the weekends go by. I’m still living by the quote “There are never enough hours in the day.”

If you joined me last Monday for Monday Manna, I did a recap of our Valentine’s Day weekend and shared the details of our accapella song performance for our wives before dinner. It still amazes me that we were able to finish the song without any threats from the manager of the restaurant. Maybe one of these days I’ll share the lyrics! 🙂

I’ve been reading and praying about the topic of discussion for this week- Giving Grace. Why should we ever pray for someone who has wronged us? It wasn’t until recently that the Lord spoke to my stubborn heart and provided me with an understanding of what grace truly is.

Let’s face it; men handle insults and verbal confrontation much differently than women do. The automatic fight-or-flight response will initiate; our blood will begin to boil (don’t let our confident body language fool you, ladies), and men will either prepare for all out-war or walk away thinking of what we can do to get even. Then comes conviction. Ouch. This reminds me of a passage in the Old Testament.

In 2 Samuel 16:5, King David and the mighty men of Israel were making their way through a city called Bahurim when a man named Shimei began cursing the name of David calling him a “blood thirsty man.” When David was asked by Abishei, one of the mighty men of Israel, “Why should this dead dog curse my Lord the King? Please let me go over and take off his head” — Seems a little extreme, right? — David responds by telling Abishei “Let him alone, and let him curse; for the Lord has ordered him. It may be that the Lord may look upon my affliction and that the Lord will repay me for good for his cursing this day!”

We can all relate to David’s situation. The hardest thing to do right then and there is pray for that person, but after those hurtful words are spoken, or that wrongful act is committed, the heaviness that you feel in your chest and those wild emotions that are running through your mind are brought to a halt as you realize that there are some serious underlying issues at hand.

Do you ever wonder if God brings people like these into our lives through divine appointment, so that we can pray for those people who need it most? If we’re not praying for them…who is?

Has there been a Shimei, or is there currently a Shimei, in your life that knows the chinks in your armor and seemingly seeks to destroy your confidence and fellowship with Christ? Fear not, for when God is watching over us, there’s no need to attempt to protect ourselves. Pray for those who need it most, because no one else may be praying for them. God Bless you!

Warmest Regards,

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Garrett Castro

P.S. Join Steve and Kim (Evinda) for 30 minutes of relationship talk as they share how to love who you love! Tune in at www.blogtalkradio.com/Chicklit-Power at 1:00 today and if you can’t join then, listen when you can:)

 

Nana Holds from Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Tuesday, July 30th, 2013
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Thanks for joining me for more revelations inspired by and through this season of Nana Holds. Grab your coffee and come on in.

I hope you are not scratching your head and wondering why in the world is she spending so much time on this infection thing and its symptoms! This is the foundation of this whole series, the why, the how. All of us could use help in the area of relationships so if this is not really speaking to you in your relationships, take a minute and think of someone you know who is struggling in this area. In the meantime, hang in here with me and trust that there will be a diamond for you sparkling through a symptom and/or the discussion that follows thereafter.

The next category is rage. Wow, as I write that word, something on the inside of me sort of clenches. So many of us shy away from anger or shut down if someone is venting their anger on or toward us. Many of us have come to believe we shouldn’t be angry; that it’s a sin. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Jesus Himself showed anger several times throughout scripture. The key is not to sin in your anger. I didn’t understand this at the time of the event as well as I do now so my answer to “Do you feel persistently angry with your spouse, other family members and/or yourself?” was a not-so-convincing no, with the lean towards “no” based on the words “persistently angry.” I wasn’t persistently angry, but I was persistently frustrated with myself.

Much has happened between that event and now. There was a three-month period where I was consistently angry with my husband, but I will reveal the circumstances surrounding that anger in upcoming segments of this series. Suffice it to say that I have since learned the reason behind my frustration/anger so that answer is more of a confident “no.”

Let’s stay here for just a moment longer. Jesus tells us to not “sin” in our anger; He doesn’t say do not “feel” angry! Do you see the distinction? When you are angry, what do you do? How do you deal with your anger? Let’s return to the symptoms of “rage.”

Are you afraid of losing control if you let yourself get really mad? Are you angry at God? Do you ever get back at others in sneaky ways, perhaps without being fully aware of the behavior at the time?

I asked all of those in one-lump paragraph for the sake of time, but in order to comply with the vision of being a “transparent unpacking production,” I’ll answer them separately. At the time of the event, I was more confident than I had been in months prior of the ability to not lose control in my anger. Maybe because I had, in prior years, worked through my anger with/at God! And as far as getting back at others in sneaky ways, oh, that was the old me for sure. I used to manipulate things in my first marriage, in my parenting, all without being totally aware of doing it, let alone the effects it had on others in my world. I’m so very glad to have accepted the antibiotics from the Great Physician.

Are you in need of a cure for any of these symptoms? Give Him a call. You won’t have to make an appointment; He’ll see you right away!

Joyfully,

Evinda

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P.S. We’ll pick up with this tomorrow instead of doing our usual Wednesday’s Word!

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Giddy-Up Ears-Monthly WOW (Words of Wisdom) From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Wednesday, March 7th, 2012

Joy to you, and thanks for coming by today for what I hope will be the conclusion to our monthly WOW from James, brother of Jesus. Grab your coffee and come on in.

So to recap, the first part of our Words of Wisdom teach us to giddy-up our ears and pull the reins in on our tongues and that will help us to be much slower at wrath/anger. Then James goes on to explain why, and I kind of alluded to this in our last Coffee Hour.

“For the wrath of man does not produce the righteousness of God.” Oh, but that’s a mouthful. 🙂 There’s that “speak into His life and not out” I’m hearing! 🙂

I think it would be easier to pull the reins in on our tongue so the anger doesn’t come spewing out if we learned to recognize why we tend to let go of the reins. Let’s be honest; most of the time when the reins go flailing out of our hands and our anger/wrath erupts, there’s the big “I, I, I” all wrapped up in pride, and what’s in the middle of pride? Uh-huh, “I.” Plain and simple, pride is a sin – oh, what’s in the middle of sin? Yep, it’s that darn “I” again!

So let’s go back to the teaching experience at hand, which is my step-son and grandson living with us. Truthfully, I’ve had to do some serious soul-searching and allow Him to do some major heart-cleaning. I can only imagine how I must have looked to Abba at the beginning of this season: Just like a toddler going through her terrible-two phase on steroids, and needing her diaper changed constantly! I can’t laugh about it yet, but something tells me He’s smiling with me as He holds my hand and rids me of the “I, I, I” mentality I had going into this.

I was reading in my Bible study that God often teaches the toughest lessons to the teacher before they are taught through the teacher! Well, I am most definitely being served a few lessons and He’s using a two-year-old, and his father too, to serve them to me.

When Bryce first moved in, I was on him like white on rice, trying to get him to conform to my way of living, keep his room clean, do his laundry, because after all, this our house and I’m not going to stand by and watch him destroy it. I was going to help him as gently as I could learn to respect our things. Oh, I’ll never forget when our Sovereign Father revealed to me that the way I was going about doing this was doing more damage than harm! And when I finally shut up, showed up, He also revealed to me that this 27-year-old had little to no self-respect so it would be quite a process before he would be respecting anything of mine.

And then I hear this message through this WOW: “So, do you want to speak out of his life and push him further from Me, or do you want to learn to listen, be slow to speak and especially slow to anger, being a part of the solution instead of the problem, planting seeds in his salvation?”

Oh, Father, giddy-up my ears, and pull the reins on my tongue . . .

Champing at the bit but praising Him,

Evinda

Why do bad things happen to good people? From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power and the “If I could have coffee with God . . .” series.

Wednesday, June 22nd, 2011

Welcome to Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power and thanks for stopping by. We are having a sort of coffee hour with God, asking for some answers to some really tough questions, so if this is your first time, feel free to look over the previous blogs on this series that has actually developed into a series within a series! 🙂 Grab your coffee and let’s go to that quiet and comfy place while I share some of my friend’s reasons she’s mad at God and blames Him for all this bad stuff happening to her, a good person.

As I begin sharing about and responding to this list of hers, I want you to know with your heart that I am in no way minimizing her pain or making light of all that’s happened in her life. Notice I didn’t say to her, but rather, happened in her life? That’s actually a key in understanding why bad things happen “to” good people. It’s a matter of perspective. 🙂 But I haven’t always had this perspective; it has been learned.

Let’s get back to my friend. Since our meeting the week before last, I’ve read through her list several times and my initial responses and thoughts have been strengthened each time I read through it. What struck me as important is the order that she wrote these “bad things” and I can’t help but wonder if the order has some sort of significance in her innermost being.

That may not seem important to anyone, but often, what comes out first isn’t the root. Moreover, much of what covers the root is exactly that, a cover to sort of protect the root from being pulled out. That’s the crazy thing about the evil one. He lies like a rug and convinces everyone that dealing with old wounds (roots) is just too painful so you should just carry on as though they never happened and keep it in the dark — with him! 🙁  Man would I like to sucker-punch that punk! 🙂 Hmmm, we could all sucker-punch him when we come to an understanding about this and get rid of those old wounds/roots.

Getting back to my friend, I’m going to reveal the root of bitterness that has had her whole life to grow, being nurtured by the next bad thing that happened. When you add bitter to bitter, you don’t get better! She shared in her what I’ll term “summary” that she was the eldest of three girls. Her two sisters were the “best, prettiest and smartest,” and she said that she heard every day that “she would never amount to anything,” that is until she was 17 and left. STOP!

Ouch! Words are so very powerful for they have the power to lift up and encourage, and yet, they have the power to destroy and tear down. I know we can all relate to that truth. Another truth is we’ve not only been on the receiving end of either encouraging words or discouraging words, but we’ve also been the one to offer words to encourage and in anger, we’ve torn others down with our words.

Being told daily that she would never amount to anything, I would be willing to bet, is why my friend has pursued so many degrees, aka, a search for significance. (Two or three Master’s) I know as a child, the verbal abuse that my mother lashed out in her drunkenness held a destructive power over me for years until I learned in my daily time with Him that He doesn’t make anyone do anything. In other words, we all have choices!

Another very powerful truth is that He doesn’t want the kind of power over us that in any way insinuates that we are His robots. He wants us to choose to use words that lift up and encourage and ultimately build up His kids, aka His church, instead of words that tear down and discourage.

It wasn’t His will that her parents constantly gave her the message that she wasn’t good enough. I know that for a fact because I’ve learned that. But let’s stay with my friend’s summary. 🙂

Here’s another very painful root that tends to overwhelm her life with the color of bitter, and I’m going to quote it just the way she wrote it: “I was pushed away from my father’s lap – there was only room for my two sisters. I was also pushed away from my mother. She did not know how to raise children and be a mother to kids.” STOP!

Can’t you just see a little girl fighting for her father’s lap, and there’s already a little girl on each knee, no room for her! 🙁 How many times have we had that same type of feeling, feeling left out? I don’t know about you, but I’ve had it too many times to count, but here’s another truth I’ve come face to face with and it’s been so healing for me: There’s room on my Heavenly Father’s lap for you and for me! 🙂 Our earthly parents may have let us down – often because they too were caught in a cycle of dysfunction – but our Heavenly Father never will.

Join me tomorrow for more answers and solutions to help us overcome bad things happening to good people.

Joyfully,

Evinda

 

What’s in the Middle of Pride? From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Monday, May 9th, 2011

Welcome to Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power and thanks for coming by. If you’re a mom, I hope you made many sweet memories that will squeeze your heart with a smile for years to come. Grab your coffee and come on in. I’m about to tell on myself, again. 🙂 Ugh!

What I’m about to share with you is in NO way meant to be gossip. My true heart’s desire is that my transparency and revealing of my own mistakes will be a red flashing light in your own life that will help put the brakes on any untimely outburst you may think you need to have. It is lessons learned that shine the light of wisdom on our journeys.

Not too long ago, I had one of those moments that I will probably never, ever forget, a moment that washed me with the soap of humiliation and brought some hurt to the surface to be rinsed away.

It happened toward the end of a book-signing. I was sitting there with a few friends who had come by to support and visit me. We were talking and we saw this person pull up in the parking lot. My heart dropped and fear started running through my veins. See, I’ve wanted to talk with this person for almost a year now to try and resolve an unsolved problem, but the situation requires my husband to lead us toward resolution.

Anyway, my pulse began to race as he walks towards the entrance, in the door and then toward us. He said “hi” to my friends, and then to me. It was one of those awkward moments of tension that was a bit thick and would require a knife to cut through. Then very genuinely he asked about George. I could tell he missed him.

I can’t really explain what switch got turned on inside, but I became one of those foolish persons that Proverbs 29:11 talks about and started spilling my emotions, beginning with, “Do you really want to know how George is, because I’ll tell you . . .”

I could feel my girlfriend — who is also a member of my book team — that was to my immediate left hunker down a bit in her chair as if to hide, and as my feelings continued to launch out like a rocket set for takeoff, they got up and went to the other side to sit with some other friends who had just come in to see us. Do you think that stopped me? Oh, no, I kept on blasting away. 🙁 I fired questions at him, asking him why this and this and this had happened, of which he said he was unaware, and to every question his statement was the same: Why haven’t you guys come in? You of all people know I have an open door.”

I launched off each time with another scenario that I felt contradicted his open door policy, and then suddenly, it was like time stood still for just a few seconds, and he brought the rocket back to the launching pad. I could see he was reeling from it all. “You’ve just given me like four things here and this is completely inappropriate. You know what the word says about stuff like this.”

I looked at him, a bit confused for a second, and thought he was accusing me of being angry, but he wasn’t. He said “I’m not talking about your attitude; I’m talking about the inappropriateness of the timing. This is completely inappropriate. Look at all this hurt you have. There is a time and a place for this to come out and this isn’t it.”

OMG, I was rendered speechless and humility wrapped around me as though it were my favorite blanket. “I’m so sorry; you are absolutely right.” I began to tear up. “It’s just this has been so heavy on my heart for almost a year now, and I had no idea when I was going to see you again. I’m so, so sorry.” He reiterated his open-door policy and reminded me that family talks things out. By this time a couple of our friends were making their way over to say good-bye but before they left, my former pastor said, “Hey, let’s pray,” and so there we all were, huddled together in prayer.

Prayer works like water on a fire; let me tell you. 🙂 When he left and I was packing up, I had no regrets for what I had said, but I did feel awash with shame at my inappropriate and untimely emotional outburst. If I could have found a rock big enough to crawl under and hide away for a long, long time, I would have done so, but God, in His amazing sovereignty and grace, had a beautiful diamond to hand me in the midst of all my self-loathing.

The next morning in my quite time, He revealed to me that hurt is often rooted in pride, not always, but often, and pride was most definitely wrapped around the hurt that I was blasting out to my former pastor. What’s in the middle of pride? I, I, I, I, I . . .

Oh, I have much to learn, and I’m praying for an opportunity to right that wrong. Please join me tomorrow as I share another thing rooted in pride that I’ve had to learn and relearn over and over again.

Humbly,

Evinda

 

 

October’s WOW From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Monday, October 4th, 2010

Welcome to Coffee Hour at Chicklit Power and thanks so much for coming by. I hope you had a great weekend. I missed our time on Friday and I was all prepared to share our October WOW – words of wisdom – since it was the 1st, but you know the saying, better late than never. So grab your coffee and come on in.

I have already been challenged personally with this month’s WOW, and I guess you could say that’s why I know it’s the right one. These words of wisdom speak to an area that I know I need growth in and that’s the beautiful thing about them, is they bring growth and because I’m sharing it with you for our Coffee Hour, these words also bring accountability, like quite a bit of it.

All of us have people who rub us the wrong way, who have hurt us, slandered us, talked smack about us, belittled us, I mean the list could go on and on and on, but let’s reverse that and if I were honest, I could say that I have been guilty of all the above, too. My tongue is my sharpest, most exercised and used weapon, and if I dare go a day without meeting with Daddy, that same tongue that praises Him in songs of worship, shares His love and hope with many can spew words out of my mouth as though it had never been tamed. That’s why it’s a double-edged sword.

So I make myself accountable to you, and later in the month, I’ll even share some ways I’ve been challenged in this area already and challenges that I’m sure to encounter over the next few weeks.

Our WOW is found in the book of Ephesians, chapter 4, verse 29. Paul is teaching, and if you haven’t read up about him, he’s my kind of guy; a man full of wisdom, but not haughty, a teacher, yet teachable and humble, one who had been given much grace and therefore gave much grace, one who didn’t sugar coat the truth, was bold, yet gentle. Yeah, some day I’d like to be a Paulette!

N-E-Ways, the scripture goes like this: “Let no corrupt word proceed out of your mouth but what is good for necessary edification, that it may impart grace to the hearers.

So let’s look at the word corrupt. The Greek translation is “sapros” and it means rotten, bad, poor quality. In other words, no cuss words, rank jokes, words spewed in anger, lies, words that stir up trouble. Whew, I’m thinking that when I’m ticked off, I need to be a woman of fewer words. And the slang words, well, I’m thinking those gotta go!

Continuing on, look at the phrase “but what is good for necessary edification.” That last word means “building up.” See, that right there shows the power of words. We possess the power to build others up with our mouth; unfortunately we have the power to tear them down, too. He knew that and He knows that about us; that’s why the mouth and our words are one of the most talked about subjects in the book of Proverbs. If you were to ever ask anyone who’s ever been physically and emotionally abused which abuse was the worst, they could share every scar carved in their soul word for word, but somehow, the physical abuse fades away with time, is easier to leave behind.

The last part of the verse makes it clear that our words are to impart grace, which is unmerited favor. Not because the one who hurt you or ticked you off deserves it, but because that is the best mirror image of Him that we could give. No matter how mad I get at someone, I don’t want to be a cause for any emotional scar. I’d rather be pleasing than grieving.

Blessings

Evinda

Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power-Friends and Friendships, continued

Thursday, August 12th, 2010

Welcome to Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power and welcome back to the Friends and Friendships series. I can’t wait to pick up where we left off, because I have some really good news for you. Get your coffee and come on in.

A few days ago, I shared with you that the key to letting go instead of getting even, and the way to get over scar tissue caused by a “friend” was found in Romans 12, verses 17-21.

So we already talked about verse 17, which tells us NOT to repay evil for evil. Make no mistake, when someone wrongs us, it is evil, and not just in your eyes, but HIS too. He hurts when you and I hurt. And the hurt is so real because you feel it almost as if you can see it, touch it.

But what if anger and hurt were something you could physically hold? Would you be able to fill a one-gallon container? Are you holding on to so much past hurt and/or anger that you could fill a five-gallon container? Guess who’s weighted down with unnecessary baggage? You and I, not the one(s) who hurt us!

But wait a minute, let’s look at verse 18. “If it is possible, as much as depends on you, live peaceably with all men/women.” Look at the verse again. I’m so excited because look at the first word, “IF.” That tells me that HE knew way back when the scriptures were inspired that there were going to be people hurting people and that there were going to be these “iffy” situations.

Can you see that He’s given you and me some leg room with this tiny word “if.” He’s not saying keep going back for more, because some people just don’t know how to be true friends, but as much as depends on you (and me), live peaceably.

“As much as depends on you” means that you/I are responsible for our actions, what we do with our hurts and sorrows. Are we going to bow at His feet and pour them out to Him, or are we going to hang on to our gallons and allow the pain inside to spill on others we care about, other friendships, family members? I don’t know about you, but I’m thinking I want my five-gallon jug emptied.

I read something profoundly analogous to this subject in my Al-Anon book that goes something like this: “The choice is not whether to hurt or not to hurt, but what to do while I am hurting.”

Make it a great day and may your load be lighter….

Joyfully

Evinda