8 But now is the time to get rid of anger, rage, malicious behavior, slander, and dirty language. 9 Don’t lie to each other, for you have stripped off your old sinful nature and all its wicked deeds. 10 Put on your new nature, and be renewed as you learn to know your Creator and become like him. 11 In this new life, it doesn’t matter if you are a Jew or a Gentile,a]">[a] circumcised or uncircumcised, barbaric, uncivilized,b]">[b] slave, or free. Christ is all that matters, and he lives in all of us.
12 Since God chose you to be the holy people he loves, you must clothe yourselves with tenderhearted mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. 13 Make allowance for each other’s faults, and forgive anyone who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others. 14 Above all, clothe yourselves with love, which binds us all together in perfect harmony. 15 And let the peace that comes from Christ rule in your hearts. For as members of one body you are called to live in peace. And always be thankful.
16 Let the message about Christ, in all its richness, fill your lives. Teach and counsel each other with all the wisdom he gives. Sing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs to God with thankful hearts. 17 And whatever you do or say, do it as a representative of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through him to God the Father.
- Colossians 3:8-17 <3
This is my prayer in the desert, when all that's within me feels dry
I've been really biting my lip and holding my tongue. Words are a powerful weapon; and sadly, I am one who is capable of wielding words that can really sting.
But when I see such selfishness and lack of sensitivity or care, I just want to lash out. I want to punch people in the face and scream at them till they get it.
But then again, I don't have the right to, I know what are the implications of my actions so I shut up.
Maybe this is my storm for this holiday break, this and something else. I'm praying to God to take away all the anger I feel inside, and never let it back in.
Because with the anger, I can see the reflection of who I used to be before God picked me up and got me on my feet again.
And if the enemy thinks I want to dwell in that old self again, he better run for it.
I guess all I can do is pray, and do my best to withhold remarks and death glares.
Daddy God, forgive me. Please help me to forgive and love.