I've always heard the phrase when we are mad that we can get glad in the same...shoes, shirt, underwear, way, whatever that is. I must say that I rarely get mad. It takes a lot to make me mad. On the other hand, it takes very little to create brokenness within me. I process it and forgive easily. Forgetting is a different story though.
I want to forget. I believe that sometimes I need to remember so that I will grow in my faith by calling out to Jesus every day, sometimes for weeks or months or years, asking Him to take away the pain and the fear. He always does answer my prayers, just not always with the speed I desire.
Because I grew up different I knew that some were intolerant of me. Once I sense this I remove myself from the life of that person. I don't remove myself to be mean. I remove myself to protect the other person from whatever it is that I do that creates the intolerance attitude. It is an Asperger's coping mechanism that I have adapted. You may not understand it, and that's okay.
Sometimes this makes me sad and then I remember that God is the one who changes my seasons of friendships and brings people into my life for a purpose. He uses people to open and close doors as a directive for my service to his people. I am always blessed.
Don't get me wrong. There are people who frustrate the hay-hay out of me. They probably will never know it, but I will begin to move away from them; not to be mean, but for self-preservation.
It may seem that I am somewhat intolerant. In one way, I believe I am because I'm constantly trying to figure out how the puzzle of people works. On the other hand, because I do not fit the mold of what others see as "cool" it allows me to love those who don't fit or are hurting, with a few normals thrown in because they deserve tolerance, too!
I share this with you today because I want you to know that I will get glad because of this promise...
You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness; therefore God, your God, has set you above your companions by anointing you with the oil of joy. Hebrews 1:9
I was glad when they said unto me, let us go into the house of the Lord.
From the time that I was a little girl, God has been my mental health counselor. When I was six, he called me unto Him, and I said yes. I need him every day, many times during the day, just to make it through another day. He is my joy!
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