I want to be heard. It's a very big, very real need that I have. Just let me say my piece and I'm just fine. Thank you very much!
I often have the need to vent my frustrations. I fill up to the brim and then spew out my venom on those closest to me. My husband and closest friends can sure get an earful.
Very humbly I am coming to realize that venting and spewing are not my rights. They are wrongs. When I spread my anger and frustrations all around it is inconsiderate sin. If I get all I need for each day from the Lord by sitting in His presence and allowing Him to fill my cup with thanksgiving and praise I will be less prone to spewing. If I only allow encouraging words to come out of my mouth, there is no venting allowed.
Each choice made is motivated by an attitude of the heart. God is much more interested in the posture of my heart than the justification of my actions. The Message says this, "When he was still a long way off, his father saw him. His heart pounding, he ran out, embraced him, and kissed him. The son started his speech: 'Father, I've sinned against God, I've sinned before you; I don't deserve to be called your son ever again.'
"But the father wasn't listening. He was calling to the servants..."
When the prodigal comes home the father doesn't even listen to his speech justifying his homecoming or his begging for forgiveness. Instead the father interrupts and says, "Quick. Bring a clean set of clothes and dress him. Put the family ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Then get a grain-fed heifer and roast it. We're going to feast! We're going to have a wonderful time! My son is here—given up for dead and now alive! Given up for lost and now found!"
So stop justifying and start the journey to the father today. He's waiting.