Sometimes a refresher from past posts is nice 🙂
Often when my boys were young, they would cry and get angry because their brother(s) had picked on them or offended them.
They would let that anger brew and fester until there was a full on war going on in their young hearts. They very rarely looked at the option of going to mom and dad.
With mom and dad they could have brain stormed, had their voice heard, or just gotten a good hug and perspective.
As I go through my own attacks in life I see exactly where my boys had gotten their brooding, tantrum throwing nature. Sadly, my first flesh reaction can be to throw a big ol’ fit!
During life’s frustrations my gut reaction may be to scream, kick and stomp and pull out my hair. But upon reflection, this does not accomplish anything productive just makes me bald.
I need to remember to stop and turn to the right source…
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