OK, I was upset - he said something
that stung
it smarted
ouch.
I wanted to run
but didn't
I felt my face change
my lips purse
my demeanor stiffen
did he notice?
He'd given me an orange earlier that day
now I wanted to stomp on it
crush it...
but what did that orange do to me?
I thought of giving it away
but did not
so it sat on my desk
until Friday.
When I finally looked at his picture and said
I'm not mad at you anymore
and meant it.
Later that afternoon in my office
I heard someone speak
but I was focused on helping someone at the time.
They spoke again, I turned around
and there he was.
We talked for a little while
and briefly I wondered if he noticed
the changes in my being that day
but then I thought of it no more.
He was here, I was not mad
and I realized
when I let go of feeling hurt
let go of being mad and decided to love him anyway.
God opened a window and it was my heart.
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 9:02 PM UTC
OK, I was upset - he said something
that stung
it smarted
ouch.
I wanted to run
but didn't
I felt my face change
my lips purse
my demeanor stiffen
did he notice?
He'd given me an orange earlier that day
now I wanted to stomp on it
crush it...
but what did that orange do to me?
I thought of giving it away
but did not
so it sat on my desk
until Friday.
When I finally looked at his picture and said
I'm not mad at you anymore
and meant it.
Later that afternoon in my office
I heard someone speak
but I was focused on helping someone at the time.
They spoke again, I turned around
and there he was.
We talked for a little while
and briefly I wondered if he noticed
the changes in my being that day
but then I thought of it no more.
He was here, I was not mad
and I realized
when I let go of feeling hurt
let go of being mad and decided to love him anyway.
God opened a window and it was my heart.
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