As a writer, I really enjoy words. I love it when I
find a phrase that jumps off the page at me. I found one such phrase this
morning in my reading. It was, ‘…his heart was simply encrusted with rebellion.’
If you don’t get a visual from that, read it again because it paints a vivid
word picture.
I’ve mentioned before there is a small trickle of
rebellion still lingering in me of which I am fully aware. It used to be a
raging river. Without boring you with detail, I had a difficult road to
traverse as a child growing into a teen while forced to live with abuse. I learned
to stand-up for myself to maintain any emotional survival. Any opposition was
declared rebellion. Sometimes it actually was. Suffice it to say, I did not (as
the comment goes) ‘go along to get along’. I learned to take a stand; I became
a ‘principle fighter’. Even then I knew the difference between standing up for
what I believed in and rebellion for the sake of rebelling. I was proficient at
both.
Maybe that’s why the phrase ‘…his heart was encrusted
with rebellion’ resonated so soundly with me. Maybe its impact was in recognizing
a reflection of my former self more than the turn of a poetic phrase. Who knows?
God has tempered my attitudes, my mouth, my actions…every area of my life. For
those of you that only know me from this time in my life and yet still consider me
‘taxing’ to deal with, you don’t even know the start of it. All I can say is
that God has done a mighty work in me and I have faith that He will complete
what He has started.
My rebellion these days is largely limited to going In
the Out door at Wal-Mart. That may seem a silly thing to you but for me, it’s
my way of standing up for myself and declaring the infamous, invisible THEY can’t
tell me what to do. There it is - my trickle of rebellion.
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