I fed an angry voice this week.
I got tired. I got frustrated. I saw a lie in the world and I lashed out at it. Of course, the lie took up arms and the battle commenced. I took it all personally.
I liked it. That particularly angry little monster has been waiting to say something nasty. It’s the fighting Spirit in me that has served me well, but becomes cruel when fed with anger.
Unable to accept the things I have no power over, I raged and hurt.
It was quite a pit. I dove in with my fists clenched, a sneering smile ready for the mud and the blood.
Then I saw friends. I was able to embrace the people who lovingly support me. I remembered how blessed I am, that I can use that fighting Spirit in love.
I needed that personal contact to shake me out of my own head, where I was plotting with that Spirit and feeding the anger.
It’s no fun climbing out of the pit, knowing that Spirit still exists, knowing I need it, knowing I need to master and incorporate it and feed it with love and care.
Truth isn’t meant to be fun. It’s meant to knock you sideways and kill the lies you tell yourself. The phoenix burn is painful and necessary for rebirth.
God bless and thank you for reading, I appreciate you,
Jason