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I was stressed and Angry, and didn't know why... turns out I was jealous
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Foreword:
My wife's jealousy is
getting ridiculous. The other day she looked at my calendar and
wanted to know who May was. Jealousy comes primarily in two disagreeable flavors. One is the hurt and anger we feel when we've been betrayed, or the feelings we experience when we perceive a genuine threat. Infidelity, or flirtatious actions would fall in this category. Then our hurt and anger (within reasonable bounds) is an appropriate reaction because someone has been unfaithful and broken our trust. Even God feels this sort of jealousy (Joshua 24:19). (And yes, I consider flirting unfaithfulness-- but that deserves an article of it's own.)The other bitter flavor is the imagined threat. It leaves a similar bad taste and generates a near identical, though perhaps less intense, emotional response as the first flavor; but is harder to recognize as jealousy. This other form of jealousy has other causes and remedies.
Jealousy, that dragon which
slays love under the pretense of keeping it alive |
Martha's
Dilemma
What relationships can tell us about our faith
....We rightly expect devotion from those who profess to love us. Where there is no devotion, we then have a right to call in question the validity of confessed love.
We know what the yardstick of loving is, and we measure instinctively every relationship we see. Well, maybe not every relationship.... More
...He was relentless as a beagle on the trail of a rabbit after that. His tune never changed, his howl was the same and insistent, "Come down here." Implied in that simple statement, was both need and desire. His father hesitated... and tried to question his insistence on him coming down now, why now?... More
...I
must admit that it had been awhile; when I was young climbing trees
was a source of thrills and accomplishment. Sometimes it felt like I
was a mile high (which of course I wasn't). When I pushed myself to
climb near the top.. up where the tree would sway back and forth and
fear was real; I would pat myself on the back for daring so much. I
guess I was looking for the limits of my reach. Those days were long
past and my needs and desires seemed different then... but I guess
maybe I still needed an adventure, and still had a longing to see how
high I could reach. So I climbed...
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...Dad did remember though... he called and I obediently came. Then there were his questions, and my tears. But what happened next, I did not expect.... More.
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