Egads... I'm Gobbling
George - the turkey - at Ararat Acres
We were recently out at Ararat Acres, which belongs to our friends, Charlie and Liz. While there, we met George. George is a turkey. He is so beautiful on the outside; full of brilliant color. George was not so tickled to see us. He stuck that long neck out and gobble-gobbled at us to establish his territory. Even our littlest and most daring was a bit scared by George.
I confess that I have been very, very George-like this week. Not quite as beautiful as George on the outside, but absolutely uglier in my actions and words. I gobble-gobbled at my little boys this morning... loudly. I was easily offended this week, trying to establish my territory. I also chose to reveal something to someone this week that really wasn't their business. Why did I feel the need to reveal my past to someone I barely know? Not sure. That revelation of mine has haunted me all week. I've worried about that person's judgment; I've made assumptions about that person's legalistic outlook; and I've spent way too much time in my past instead of living in the present.
So... right now, here in this public place, I'm drawing a line in the sand. I will not continue in this another minute. I am not George. I'm a child of God. I'm forgiven. I have a purpose. I will show my children kindness. I will rejoice in God's flowing grace... and I will absolutely, unconditionally show grace to others.