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Annoying Anger

Man, I get so ANGRY sometimes and it really ANNOYS me.

 I mentioned to a friend recently, that I long for the day when I can rise above the nonsense. Rise above the frustrations of unmet expectations placed on me by others. Rise above the anger I feel toward others due to a lack of interest in fully attempting to understand a point of view before making me feel completely worthless. There's more, but I'll spare you the gory details.

 I know that NOT rising above this "stuff" can easily cause isolation, bitterness and discontentment. Rising above is certainly what God would want for me, and if that's the case, then why do I linger here? In frustration. In anger. 

 Isaiah 40:31 says, in so many words, "I was made to soar."

 "But those who trust in the LORD will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint."

 If I was made to soar, then, why, oh why would I even consider it an option to linger in the thick rain clouds that are weighing me down?

 Is it comfortable? Is it easier? 

 Easier than facing the admonishments of, "Be not conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind." (Romans 12:2), Is it easier than "thinking on the things that are true, honest, just, pure, lovely and of good news?" (Philippians 4:8)

 I cannot imagine that is true, but maybe it is.

 Maybe I'm comfortable in my anger and frustration, because they don't even come close to... " So I went down to the potter’s house, and I saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him." (Jeremiah 18:3-4)

 They don't come close to "Here I am Lord, break me and make me, into the individual You, all-knowing, omnipresent, Holy One, created me to be, from the moment the sperm and the egg met forming the miraculous, an embryo, a life, my life." 

 If my life is a miracle, and I believe life is, perhaps I should begin treating it as such. 

 Theodore Roosevelt wrote, "Nothing worth having comes easy."

 Life is not easy. But I make it harder when I fight against the plans He has made for me. "They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope." (Jeremiah 29:11)

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