1. Willful ignorance.
2. Selfishness and narcissism.
3. Mean spiritedness.
7. Inhuman behavior to other humans or animals.
8. Denying God His props.
9. Lack of freedom and appreciation for freedom and what it costs/costed.
10. Unforgiveness and ungenerosity.
So there is the list. I wrote the list becausee I met someone recently who actually exhibited all these. And not only have I gone through a roller coaster of emotions to get here but because I want to guard my own heart against these things. I believe maturity is not giving in to the temptation to treat people the way we have been treated. I also believe that when God forgives, He forgives completely and utterly and nothing of what He has forgiven remains in us. The other person may want to hang on to that and not forgive, but that only further injures themselves because who God has freed, they are free completely. So to my recent crazy, I tip my hat to the lesson that God is in charge still here on this third rock from the sun and I am forgiven and resting in His hands to handle the rest of it. He heals. Pet peeves that harrass and anger melt every single time into peace when on my knees. These horrors that can make a grown and mature person cry and resist and what not are absolutely nothing compared to the joy and peace of my God. An enemy cannot fight alone. If you do not fight back, they leave. All bullies are cowards. If they persist because they believe they are right or more right or a different more holy right than you, humbly let God fight for you and we will see who wins against Him. My guess is no one. There you have it. God bless and thank you, God, for your abundant love and peace and power. I am again amazed at Your efficiency and generosity and love and care of me. It is beautiful! Thank you for your peace!
My Grandparents had a black lab/dobermin mix named Sheba on the farm in SW Michigan. She was gorgeous and looked just like a big black lab, I rode her as a child around the yard. We were buddies. She shared her doghouse with me and I shared lots of back scratches with her, her favorite thing. She had the kindest eyes you can imagine and a tail that wagged happy to see me but if too close could feel like a whip. When Grandpa and Grandma passed and we moved onto the farm, we inherited Sheba. She was rally my dog, since I was outside the most, and because of the tail situation and the farm’s muddiness, she was strictly an outside dog. So she would help me in the garden by sitting politely on the vegetables and help mom out with her flowers by freshly pressing them every day with her big tummy and she would only bark if someone new came o to the property. However, she had her heroic and quite amazing deeds as well that I am writing down to celebrate. She allowed us to have corn because she kept every sneeky racoon and every hungry deer in the woods away from our rows of corn. She cornered opossum and chased them away before they could harm anyone or anything. She was my constant companion on long runs through the woods and fields. She knew the way and led me several times in the dark when I lost track of time. She walked with me to McCoy Creek park and swam in the creek with me. We had a beautiful friendship. And of course there was the one time she saved my life. We were almost to McCoy Creek one summer day after chores to cool off and three big dogs came running after us with snarls and barks, up to no good at all. Before I could even tell her to, she grew about two feet of hair and faced those three aggressive dogs singlehandedly. They decided she wasn’t worth trying and turned tail and ran off. I gave her my steak that night for supper as a reward. So, rest well in doggie heaven, my beautiful Sheba, most loved and noble of friends! I still remember and love you!