Hmmm… what do I need to give up?

A lot. However anger came to mind.

I can be a real angry lass. I get angry over things like being forced to stop working, the fatigue that plagues me now, driving around town, when my cookie shop is closed, changing plans, hearing my husband snore in the next room.

Jesus warned His disciples not to tell anyone who he was. The Son of Man must suffer many terrible things, he said… Luke 9:21-22a NLT

Yes, I am in Luke today.

I will share a bit about me (anger) and this lass who suffers from Multiple Sclerosis. I believe anger is normal because you can lose stuff you relied on. I relied on retiring, walking, lifting weights, hammering, washing dishes. Those were things that were taken away…just like that (snapping my finger). It’s been 5 years and I am fessing up to my anger. (Finally!!) God knew that this would happen which boggles my mind (in a good way).

Do I compare myself to Jesus? No!!! I struggle & sin. He did not sin.

Sin to me is anything that takes you from God. There may be more, however, that’s how I remember it. Missing my target.

Anger is a big way to miss my target.

Anger can kill. Think of Cain.

I am not the only one who shows anger. God does.

For the Lord’s great anger is burning against us because our ancestors have not obeyed the words in this scroll. We have not been doing everything it says we must do. 1Kings 22:13 NLT

I believe His anger is more JUST than mine. I don’t obey Him. I should but I don’t. This gets me in trouble sometimes.

Sometimes when I am angry. That’s when I make the face and sin. I miss my mark. I am not saying & I don’t think He is saying never be angry. I believe there is a time & place for it.

Don’t sin by letting anger control you. Don’t let the sun go down while you are still angry, for anger gives a foothold to the devil. Ephesians 4:26-27 NLT

I personally don’t want to give a foothold. However I let anger control my life a bit. Sure, you see me happy. I am most of the time. My husband sees a lot of my anger.

I know it nuts (not the squirrel kind). My husband knows a face I make when I am angry…angry at the world for what was taken or him for not fitting in my perfect little box of expectations.

Maybe me writing about it will help. I hope it will. I want to give it up. Let it fade.

🧡 Julie