When you come home one day, storming into the house and start to vent your bitterness against someone who has offended you, this is what I will do. I will ask mummy to boil for you one of those really bitter herbal soup and make you sit down to drink it. You got no choice but to drink it all up. When you do finish it, choking up at the bitterness of it all, I will tell you, "Every time you harbour a grudge against someone, you make up your own terrible soup. In doing so, you hope that he drinks it. But in reality, it's you who really does."
Bitterness is you drinking poison hoping someone else dies.
Another man dies in the bitterness of his soul, never having eaten with pleasure. Job 21:25
No comments:
Post a Comment