Sunday morning. The Bloom family is bustling to the van for church and a debate arises between two or three about who's going to sit where. We're cutting it close for time as it is. Out of my mouth come firm words in a sharp tone, "Stop the bickering! Get in and sit down!" Saturday, early afternoon. The Saturday family chore list is still long and my anxiety rises when I think that we won't get done what needs to get done. I move into sergeant mode and start barking brusque orders. Things get done but the family tone has turned surly.
Weekday night, about 9 p.m. I enter a children's bedroom to give the occupants their bedtime blessing and find clothes and toys still on the floor. With a clap of my hands I tersely say, "Get up and put these things put away — now! You were told to do this earlier!" Nothing like a peaceful bedtime blessing.
Irritability. I give into it too often. It's time to take this sin more seriously and lay it aside (Hebrews 12:1). Every time I'm irritable I burden myself with the detrimental weights of prideful selfishness and relational conflict. And as my irritation overflows on others, it burdens them too because my harsh words stir up anger in them (Proverbs 15:1).
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