One fraction of a moment is all you get to decide. Speak or not? Respond harshly or not? Rise up defensively or seek reconciliation? Click or don't click?
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This week our house has been a hill of skirmishes. Battles bloodied, hearts gashed, words tearing.
In between the beautiful and warm moments have been the heart-aching, sharp-tongued ones too. How can our hearts and mouths encompass so much emotion?
In several relationships, we've been scrambling up hills, muddy-kneed, chiseled-hearted to fight anew for us, for each other. Each inch of victory is chosen, prayed for, and battled towards with deliberately-soft hearts, humble spirits, and apologies-in-hand. "I'm sorry."
"Can we start over?"
And lost ground is gained one word at a time.
It all comes down to a split second. One fraction of a moment is all we get to decide.
Do I obey here or not?
After several days of choosing wrongly, this afternoon when the moment came, I paused, weighed my options, wavered, and then obeyed.
Joy came. I walked away, turned on rocking music, and the joy of obedience crashed in hard.
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