Five Minute Friday: Release

Release

Gentle Reader,

As I do not tan but simply reflect light back to the sun, it comes as no surprise that, when I’m tired (beyond the daily level of tired; the sort of weariness that comes with not sleeping well and attempting to cope with a three-day headache), I look like death warmed up. Glanced at myself in the mirror as I dressed this morning and the dark circles were oh-so-prominent. The next time anyone remarks upon them, I think I’ll respond with, “Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”

Paleness also makes finding and purchasing the proper shade of foundation an adventure. Really, Target? You don’t carry a line that includes a shade that sits somewhere between pristine paper before it’s been printed on and WhiteOut? Way to make my life difficult.

Are those bruises all up and down my arms? No, just the veins showing through. Except for that. That one is a bruise. Which I probably got from rolling over too hard last night.

Oh, well. At least I won’t have a football-like complexion when I’m 50.

It’s the little things.

Kate says: release.

Go.

So I’m a pacifist, right? I believe in non-violent solutions and keeping the temper under control. “The fruit of the Spirit is peace” and all that.

Except, I have a nasty temper. I work at being conciliatory. I strive to compromise when possible. I am neither outwardly expressive or explosive. But I have to confess, there are times when I genuinely fantasize about punching someone in the mouth. Usually with a right hook, followed by an upper-cut if he’s being particularly obnoxious. My blood rises, along with my voice (in pitch, not volume) and my fingernails dig into my palms.

People tend to think that pacifism is about cowardice and apathy. It’s not. Certainly not for me, at any rate. Learning to let go of those destructive urges, to release them alongside a slow, count-laden breath, is based in a desire to be free. To walk through life in and with the peace referenced above, and the joy and the love and all the other things that are promised to those who abide in Christ.

I can’t abide in Him if I’m not releasing the anger.

Stop.

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The Detox Diaries, Five Minute Friday Edition: a Prayer for Release

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Gentle Reader,

Linking up with Lisa-Jo and the #fmfparty peeps. We’re writing about: release.

Go.

God, release me from the powerful hold of anxiety.

Or rather show me that the figurative jail cell is already open. That you’ve already released me. That I can walk out. Be free.

God, thank You for the release of gardening, for the feel of the soft petals against my skin. Thank You for the powerful scent of the roses, released into the air with each opening blossom. It surrounds me. Thank You even for the thorns, for their stinging prick, a tangible reminder of Your grace. Why it reminds me of that, I don’t know. Maybe because pain is now redeemed, in You.

God, work a miracle and release Your servants, Saeed and Meriam, from prison. That Your Name may be glorified, Your fame spread through the earth. And for them. For their families. That they may be reunited. Through them and their testimony in the midst of pain, release a powerful working of Your Spirit.

Release us, Your people, Your children, from the desire to please others. Teach us to please You. Teach us to step forth in the boldness of love, doing all that we can to share the truth with others – in humility. Because we were once there. We were once lost.

Now we are found. Released from wrath. Released from an eternity of separation. Released from the old into the new. Released into grace, into hope, into peace, into adoption.

Into Your arms.

Stop.

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