Sally H. Hall

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Feathers Ruffled

So I got my feathers all ruffled this morning. Afterwards, all I could think about was all the times the ruffler had ruffled said feathers.

My mind and emotions were in a ruffled mess. I was talking to the Lord but it was more like complaining. At about the same time I came up on 2 trucks hauling port-a-potties.

In that moment, I knew the Lord was giving me a great visual for what I was doing...hauling offenses behind me...dragging them along with me. I might as well have a bunch of port-a-potties strapped behind me. Only I am not in the port-a-potty hauling business.

But y’all...can I tell you how very hard it is to let go of your stuff when your feathers have been ruffled? Well it was for me this morning. Even after that visual sermon and even as the Holy Spirit brought truth to mind about grudges and offenses, I struggled to surrender/yield my mind and emotions to the Lord.

Seriously? Oh boy is the struggle ever real. #selftalk