December 16, 2005

There comes a breaking point, I think.

By this, I mean that I feel there's a point where something has to come to surface and you have to face it or start again, trying to get it right.

I think God's been putting my temper on my heart for a long while, and every once in a while, it'll come to a point where it'll be me trusting God to get me through it and calm me down, or me losing it and having to try again.

This was relevant today.

My father and I are very alike. It took me awhile to admit that to anyone, still does sometimes, but it's true. The two of us have tempers that can easily flare at one another, and today, we decided to Christmas shop.

All things said, God has made our relationship much more stable and healthy over the past few months, but on occasion, we can still hit a bump. As we were shopping, the day drew on, and it got so that we were almost ready to head home.

The Christmas season can bring out the stress in anyone, and often does. Which is a crime. Anyway, by the end of the day, I had reached the point of hit or miss with the temper.

The story doesn't end with me beating it like the bad guy in a movie, but knowing that even though it got me today, God will give me another chance. He'll let me have them until He's got it worked out with me.

The point here is, a God this forgiving is always worthy of praise and acknowledgement.

There used to come a point where hearing that enough times almost got on my nerves, because it seemed redundant to repeat it, but the truth is, at this point in time, I can't say it enough. I've finally realized that it's the truth, and every time I say it, someone new may hear it and realize it.

How many times a day does the average person chalk an event up to chance, or coincidence? How often is a miracle turned into a scientific proof of probability? Where has our sense of awe and wonder gone?