E is for emotions. Lord, today I surrender my emotions to You. You created us to be emotional beings, but not to be controlled by those emotions. You are my Rock, and the core of being finds strength and hope in You alone. While I may feel strongly and have deep emotional responses to the events and people around me, I will not be led by the leash of my emotions. Instead, I will remain grounded in Your truth. I will look to You, the Author and Finisher of my faith and a firm foundation. I will love when I don't feel like it, hope when things look bleak and pray with confidence knowing that I will not be moved as long as I cling to You.
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Letting it go
A few weeks ago, I was very upset by something someone had done. I was right, he was wrong. I was following the rules, and he was making them up as he went along. But he won anyway, and there was nothing I could do about it. Except seethe. And seethe I did. My undisciplined mind kept returning to the scene of the crime and rehashing my rightness and his wrongness. The more I thought about it the angrier I became.
It's fine to be upset when we are wronged. Getting your feelings hurt is not a sin. However, it's not fine to dwell on that anger or hurt. That's usually a sign of unbridled pride. For me that's what this was. My pride was wounded. I couldn't change the situation, so I needed to let it go and move on. Easier said than done.
So I took a break, walked to a little chapel down the street and tried to pray it away. It worked for about five minutes. Then the feelings of anger and unjustness were back. I was desperately trying to do the right thing and let it go, but because I had previously allowed myself to indulge in this type of thing, I was finding it increasingly difficult. The harder I tried, the harder my soul clung to its hurt feelings. All day this battle raged within me. When I finally got to the end of the day and was saying my final prayer before going to bed, my mind continued to churn. I prayed again and asked God to help me let it go. I prayed that prayer a dozen times, every time my mind went back to the situation, I stopped. I said, no to my soul. And I prayed. Eventually, my wounded pride took the hint and let it go.