Insult to Injury

I’ve been having a temper tantrum. It hasn’t been yelling and throwing things; it’s been a bad attitude and quiet rebellion within my own head. Most people in my house probably aren’t even aware, but I’d bet more people are aware than I would like to think. Rebellion is like that. It seeps through the cracks and poisons people on the periphery, even while it destroys the person who is choosing it.

What’s upsetting me is a small thing, really, but it has served as a tool to show where my heart really is. It’s exposing holes in my surrender.

You see, I picked up my CPAP machine yesterday. As I sat listening to the lady instructing me on function and cleaning, I got more and more discouraged. The machine itself is really an amazing piece of technology, and the lady was very kind. I know this will improve my quality of day-to-day life. I recognize the blessing that it is. I am grateful. But it feels like Just. One. More. Thing.

I have made my peace with asthma and heart issues. I have surrendered myself to all that breast cancer is putting on my plate. But this–this feels like insult added to injury.

Some would say I have a right to be angry about all that God has allowed in the life of my family over the last year. I certainly have that choice. But the moment I allowed myself to go there yesterday, I felt peace leave. I felt Peace leave. Peace and anger cannot coincide. they are polar opposites and make impossible roommates.

So, today I am at a crossroads. I can choose frustration and self pity and storm around my house ruining everyone’s day (which honestly, sometimes feels really good–share the wealth–if I’m miserable, you will be too) or I can repent of my bad attitude, my rebellion, my self-indulgence and once again surrender. I know if I choose the former, it will be a slippery slope, and all hell could break loose in my home, literally. If I choose the latter, Peace will return and settle in.

I am choosing surrender. May God’s will be done in and through me. Because you see, peace isn’t so different from rebellion in how it behaves. It, too, seeps through the cracks and affects all those around. It, too, changes and affects the attitudes and the air around my home. But unlike anger and rebellion, Peace makes a wonderful roommate.

Today is a new day. Bring it on, Life. God’s got this.

Published by

perfectjourney19

I'm a homeschool mom and the proud wife of a hard working farmer. We live in the sticks and drive 20 miles to a town of any size. I live to serve the One who saved my soul, and He daily loads me with blessings. I started this blog to share my journey through breast cancer. So far, I have only done a few warm up stretches, and I pray I will remain faithful and be an encouragement to others traveling this road with me. I know this journey will be rough, but I also know it will be perfect, because my God does all things well. I am not afraid.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s