I don`t know what it is about fasting periods, but they always, without fail, show up my worst faults in sharp focus quite incredibly quickly !
This week was no exception.
On Weds night, about 7pm I put out our rubbish bags for the weekly refuse collection, and also the two black recycling boxes (one for paper and one for glass) for their fortnightly collection.
At 8pm I emptied the kitchen bin and put that bag outside , only to find that some (deep breath) *person* had stolen one of our black boxes. They had kindly emptied all the glass out of it first and shoved that on top of the papers box.
To say I was incandescent with rage was an understatement. I ranted and raved and called the thief all manner of things, before my DH gently pointed out that we hadn`t had to buy the boxes anyway as the council supplied them as part of their recycling initiative, so they weren`t truly ours anyway unless you consider them part payment for our exorbitant council tax !
That stopped me dead in my tracks.
Why get so upset over a plastic stacking box, worth about £2, for heaven`s sake ?
Because it was MINE !!! Anger, affronted pride, possessiveness, slander, back-biting, selfishness and greed all displayed in one incident lasting about a minute.
Ouch.
In the cold light of day, I don`t like myself very much sometimes.
The food fast is not going particularly well for various reasons, but I am so much more aware of my transgressions and making a conscious effort to be less judgemental, more patient, more kind, more understanding.
Still got a butt-load of nasties to confess though.
I do love the Fasts; reality check personified !
1 comment:
Amen.
[Says he who has also been upset at people stealing bins...but then found my neighbour had put it away for me. :help:]
God bless you and your loved ones this Nativity Season.
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