Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Pride... The barer of anger...

One more quick post for the day. I've posted before on a character quality that I'm trying to improve on in my life. Humility. Well one of the things I have to overcome in order to show humility would be pride and it's products one of which is anger. I never thought of my self of being prideful until I searched for humility in my life. Well for the past several weeks the LORD has been working in me for this goal. For me to be humble though I need to allow myself to be "subdued" to the will of GOD. Well pride doesn't allow you to be subdued, pride resists, pride claims authority. Well I've been doing ok in this, my wife and I are enjoying a more open relationship because of this realization that my wants and will are not meant to be a control over my wifes wants and will. Pride would say "me first" and "who is she to tell me". Humility allows room for her to be what God made her to be, my help meet. Anyway, the guys at the rehab clinic would call this a relapse... There was an incident last week, notice I didn't put this on my blessings post from a couple of hours ago, where pride came rolling back in but in a new way that I wasn't prepared for. It happened Friday afternoon, I got home early and was really tired. I had been working allot of overtime and have been running around trying to get our facility in shape for a semiannual inspection. So when I got home I was really wanting to rest. About every other Friday there is an auction here in town, we like to go usually but I was beat. So I let Jamie go by herself and I was going to "watch" the kids. I say "watch" because I was going to let Gage watch them in his room while I lounged around and rested. Well I never could take a nap but I tried. Chloe, bless her heart, was so excited about taking care of daddy again that she would ask every so often if she could go cook supper. Finally she came out one too many times for this proud man and I got testy with her and she went back to her brothers room, shutting the door behind her... I want to stop here and state that this is where I should have repented but didn't... The door closed with some force but not like she was meaning to. One thing though... It closed soundly on Rissy's finger. The sound of the door closing with the screeching of pain from our lil' one scared me... my first thought was that she lost a finger. PRIDE. I had no control over the situation and it scared me, I was scared angry. I wasn't really mad at Chloe, she didn't know or mean too. I was angry because an authority my pride created in me had been insulted and ignored. Of course I don't have control over that kinda thing, it's not my authority to decide whether or not a child's hand is in a door at that specific time. But my pride said it should be, and it produced an anger in me that scared my children to tears. This isn't all bad though, while I may have failed in how I responded to that situation, I immediately sought forgiveness from my children individually, told them where daddy failed and that it wasn't their fault. A few months ago my pride would have claimed my angry outburst as a victory and moved on. Growing into the Image of Christ. Ephesians 4:11-15

I could do this more often!


I haven't got to do this with the lil' one for months and months. This is me and "Rissy". She's such a prissy momma's girl and rarely wants to snuggle with daddy. She's going to be a girly girl, which is great, but I thank God for flu's and pink eye. Poor Rissy roo got pink eye over the weekend. This is day two. She just wasn't feeling good and wanted rescued.... In comes Daddy The Rescuerer! Some things take a momma's touch and some things take the comfort of a pappa. Praise GOD this took a pappa! We were laying on the couch in front of the fire cozy as can be. Side note, two full days and a night is all it took for her to get over the pink eye. We used an herbal rinse to clean her eyes, and applied warm tea bags to help sooth and cleanse.

Living Witness!

I received several great blessings over the past couple of weeks, obviously posting wasn't one of them... sorry about that. I've been really busy lately and it doesn't look like it'll lighten up anytime soon. I'll probably be working late for the next five or six days which I dread because of how it gets dark so soon now. Anyway back to the blessings, I'll leave tomorrow to take care of itself, first I had the opportunity to talk with a loved one about the hope that is in me, I was also able to attempt to answer a few questions. Pray for the LORD to answer them all. My wife posted on that a little better, but the LORD did answer a burden my wife and I had for them.
Another one was at work. I've been working with the clients closely now for about 2 months I guess. It's been a great opportunity, I've had chances to witness and have been able to give council from a biblical perspective rather than a humanistic perspective. Best of all I had conformation of a work that Christ has been preforming in my own life. I've built relationships over the past couple of months, or a report, whatever you call it I get along with lots of the clients. They'll come to me with their problems or just to talk. The clients at the rehab center I work with are more than just worldly, they range from kids who "play" with the occult to gang bangers to homosexuals. Some of these guys would rob you on the outside. So suffice to say they have a skewed moral value system. One thing they do that really gets me though is dirty foul talk. Not just cussing but perverted talk. I haven't really noticed it but I guess over the past few weeks working with these guys I have built up a reputation, one of which they respect....so far anyway. So this thursday I took a few clients out to eat for helping me prepare for an inspection. There was three of them, all three I had built a relationship with. At the resaraunt I noticed that one of the clients was looking at the waitress in a lustful way. As humbly as I could I asked him to not do that around me. He responded saying "yeah, sorry, you're always telling me that, I shoulda known", then the others started talking about how at one time or another I "pulled them up" about something of that nature. I never really payed attention I guess. Anyway that opened a door of uttereance that I could not shut if I wanted to, they had question after question. All I could do was point them to Christ. All this because of something the LORD has been working in my life on, when Christ gives the victory he brings the spoils as well. This is the fruit of his working in my heart. I was excited about this anyway, I know it might seem small but for me it's huge. I too was once like them, wrapped up in many of the same life styles and sins, with out Christ. For these guys to seek out what is in me is amazing. Pray for the harvest.