An angry morning.
There are some mornings when I wake up angry--- or frustrated. Isn't that an awful way to start off the day? I don't like admitting that my anger really does control me sometimes. But most days I am weak and give in to it's puppetry.
Anger can be so consuming sometimes that I don't even realize that my anger consumption distorts how I act the rest of the day.
This morning I woke up thinking about a conversation I had yesterday and my thoughts quickly turned bitter. It's easier said than done to surrender being consumed by frustration or anger.
But this morning I'm choosing to set it down. Instead of asking God to help me not be consumed with anger... I'm asking Him to consume me with His righteousness and glory. Thank goodness He graciously offers those things to me.
On that note, I'm walking out the door not letting my anger control me. Which is really hard sometimes isn't it?