I was amazed at the intensity and how easily the fury of a 31-year-old grudge returned to life last night after bumping into an old acquaintance. In retrospect maybe I should not have been so surprised by the ferocity of this beast since it had been feasting on my soul for all that time. I was already in a less than joyous mood at the time due to dealing with parental health issues, so that may have heightened the experience. However, I am pleased to report that through maturity I was able to show great personal restraint (with a little divine intervention I am sure) and that no one was injured or went to jail.
For the past twenty four hours I have been wondering what other beast are laying in wait in the depths of my spirit. Furthermore, thinking about what damage they are doing even while in hibernation which brings me to this: The first step in beast slaying is to recognize the beast as such. Beast can be very deceptive and evasive. More often than not they are posing as something else entirely, sometimes even a virtue. Esau held a grudge against his brother Jacob and look what happened to him. The Lord turned his mountains into a wasteland and left his inheritance to the desert jackals. Not a fate I want to share. I need some knee time.
Slaying the beast, RT
R.T. searcher, seeker, sojourner. Not all who wander are lost, maybe temporarily disoriented, but not lost.
