I've recently been involved in a skirmish, but have sat back and quietly, patiently taken the blows. I've been shaken a bit, feeling uneasy and treading lightly wherever I go. But, over the last few weeks, I must say that I am at peace knowing that my life is held in the hands of One greater than any man and every moment is sifted through His fingers. And my heart has changed...instead of feeling anger or frustration, I am being moved to compassion for the one with whom I'm battling. When I realize that it is out of the abundance of his heart that he speaks, it grieves me. This experience has been a reminder to me that I can never judge someone by the sorts of words they pour forth...and I need to watch what comes from my lips, as well....because they are all a reflection of the condition of the heart.
I will be praying for you...
"May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart by pleasing to You!"
