I heard the buzzing noise, but wasn’t real sure where it was coming from. But I knew, I didn’t want to intentionally make “it” mad at me. Peeking through the branches of the young oak tree, I discovered this nest of busy yellow-jackets. At the time I figured I had two choices of what to do. I could either find something to swing at the nest, knocking it down and angering up a mess of yellow-jackets, and probably experiencing their wrath . . . OR . . . I could respectfully walk away for now.
Would these insects have a right to be angry with me? Absolutely, I threatened their world. I frustrated their plans. They would lose something vital. Maybe somebody had messed with them before. So much so, that they would use their stingers to take their wrath out on me.
And in everyday situations I’m often faced with another angry mess of yellow jackets.
- Frustration. At work, with people, and life – why can’t these people get it right?
- Disappointment. My expectations of myself or others can often let me down.
- Rejection. It hurts to be ignored, overlooked, snubbed by someone close, an acquaintance, or a group.
- Fear. Could I lose someone or something cherished?
- Threatened. Why doesn’t my life look like everybody else’s Instagram or Facebook?
- Past hurts. Regrets, remorse, old wounds can make anger simmer like a crockpot.
Step in . . . emotion. Anger. Don’t I have a right to be angry? Surely I’m justified to feel this way. After all. Isn’t it someone else’s fault that I’m feeling this emotion? It might be. Or . . . as much as I don’t want to admit, it just might be me.
But whichever side of the fence I’m on, it’s my emotion and I’ve got to own it.
I know what The Word, His Truth says . . . commands . . .
A soft word turns away wrath, but a harsh words stirs up anger
but . . .
Do I give into the dANGER of a mess of yellow jackets?