Every day is a full on battle to avoid its grip. On one side sits my ‘angel’ reminding me how blessed I am. Then the devil whispers every failure, disappointment, and betrayal.
Bitterness is like a festering melting pot of unresolved anger, hurt, un-forgiveness, dissatisfaction, disappointment, and regret.
Acceptance is the only anecdote for this mixture of destruction that wants to hold me hostage
“And acceptance is the answer to all my problems today. When I am disturbed, it is because I find some person, place, thing, situation — some fact of my life — unacceptable to me, and I can find no serenity until I accept that person, place, thing, or situation as being exactly the way it is supposed to be at this moment. Nothing, absolutely nothing happens in God’s world by mistake (Alcoholics Anonymous Pg. 417).
Accept and believe God doesn’t make mistakes?
I don’t know about you, but I’m always trying to change His mind. “God, you made a mistake! God this was YOUR will.” It’s like He’s dangling a carrot. “You’re so close, here it is.” Then like the taunting villain He jerks it away.
Surely a God of love wouldn’t do that. Would He? Not unless there was a higher purpose. But either way, what choice do I have?
“When a potter makes jars out of clay, doesn’t he have a right to use the same lump of clay to make one jar for decoration and another to throw garbage into?” (Romans 9:21)
Oh man. What happens when my attempts at success fail? What if I’m not the ‘decoration’ I wanted to be?
I can accept my circumstances and allow peace to enter my heart: or I can open the door for anger and resentment to get a foothold – and allow self-will to propel me further down the rat hole of disappointment, frustration, and bitterness.
Acceptance brings peace because I ‘accept’ that the result is up to God. I can believe there’s another way that might be unexpected; I can respond to life’s difficulties with a heart of gratitude and a spirit of resiliency that keeps believing for the best.
Surrendering to His will might just open doors I closed with mine.
“Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked I will depart. The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away; may the name of the LORD be praised” (Job 1:21).