In only moments...
The clutter becomes personal offense.
The teenage selfishness makes me want to run instead of embrace.
The activities coloring our week transform into rushed obligation.
The friend is seen only for her foolish mistakes rather than her faithful love.
The husband looks more like foe than closest ally.
My giftings feel more like an overloaded pack upon an out of shape animal than stream beneath swan.
These days, a tool of the daily redeeming of me, show me the hardness of my soil. Somehow, somewhere, in only moments over this past week or two, I turned from thankfulness. Foregoing Sabbath always leads me to these rancid waters.
Today I make the choice to turn back. Yet feel the anchor of bitterness ever pulling.