I could feel the thought taking shape in my head, and it wasn’t a kind one. I knew I needed to bite my tongue. I began an inner pep talk to boost my self-control.
It wasn’t working.
I sent up a plea for help. Lord, give me patience!
It wasn’t working.
I tried another prayer. Holy Spirit, give me words to speak with kindness!
It wasn’t working.
In a last-ditch effort to keep myself from exploding, I shifted focus. Father, I love You.
The silent prayer hung in the air, casting silence over my anger. My heart slipped into a more peaceful state. I love you, Lord. Let me serve You. Let me serve You.
Funny how focusing on God works better than focusing on feelings.
