79. cardinal boy birds all flashy red
80. cooing doves
81. daffodils pushing for sky
82. polliwogs
83. sons that say "thanks Mom"
With all that I have there is still the stuggle of want, holding onto anger like a cigarette smoker on death row. If I let go the anger it feels like I'm condoning the behavior. "Judgement is mine" not mine. Holding onto anger towards a person is judgement, wanting to be punisher, as if my hurt can cause change in another; I am powerless.
Anger changes me, only me. Let go, look to God, find something, anything to be grateful for in that moment of pain. That is not loss.
I can give and give and never come up empty. I really can. New song over old refrain "I just can't give any more of myself", of course I can! I am His, He fills me and it is limitless, overflowing fullness cut short only when I choose to stop naming the joy.
84. Man who comes home after work
85. God as conductor
86. little and big feet that fill those everywhere I look dirty socks
87. son with a fashion flare (he must get it from his Aunt TG!)
Proverbs 14 vs. 29 NLT
People with understanding control their anger;
a hot temper shows great foolishness.
Oh what a fool am I.
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