I have a confession to make. Yesterday, I lost it. I mean, really lost it. I was yelling, rude and out of control. I spoke unkindly to someone I love dearly. What an unflattering picture.
There have been a lot of pressures lately, and I feel like things are out of control. My shoulder is hurting again and I just plain old feel sorry for myself! To top things off, I didn’t take my advice and make yesterday a day of rest but kept barreling through, trying to get ‘caught up’.
None of this is an excuse. Today I hardly knew what to write. I considered another recipe or something about my shop, so I wouldn’t have to face what I did. But I felt like a hypocrite so I’m ‘fessing up. I had to apologize to both the recipient and other ears that were taking it all in. I know, however that words spoken cannot be unsaid and the pain of words lingers even after an apology.
The weird thing is, I would not talk that way to a stranger or a friend, but to my family, the people I care about the most. I reserved all my venom for them. So today, I am eating humble pie (trust me, it tastes nothing like apple or strawberry) and watching my tongue. I am confessing not just to you, but to my heavenly Father. I need him to renew me and live in me, so ‘me’ doesn’t take over again.
So…to the ones I hurt…sorry, once again. I do love you and hope you will accept my apology.
Proverbs 13:3Those who control their tongue will have a long life;
opening your mouth can ruin everything.