Father, forgive them,
for they know not what they do.
I guess I really shouldn't be surprised that there are people who get under my skin and some who really just seem so mean, thoughtless, and self-centered that I can't imagine ever loving them.
Today those stinging, bitter words. Nose upturned. Rude. Cold.
Intentional? Careless? Those words.
Still they hurt.
Blinking back tears.
How do I love this one?
She needs to be told exactly how rude she really is. Put in her place. Ungrateful. She is.
Then, after a solid hour of misery, I end my silent argument for the hurt I feel.
I finally stop. I bow my head. Knowing He heard it. Knowing He witnessed it all.
And I remember Christmas is coming.
The One who will take away the sins of the world.
The One who will cleanse me. This child. His child.
Forgive her , Lord as you have forgiven me.