Ever take up an offense?

You know, just gather it into your arms, embrace it, wrap it around yourself like a cloak?

Well. . . don’t!

Offense is like octopus ink, swirling around you, blinding you, imprisoning you in a dark cloud of despair.

And, if you wrap yourself in the cloak of offense, thinking it is warm and fuzzy like a mink stole, beware, because it is as insidious as indelible ink, as mysterious as a misty mirage, and it will bind you with strong ropes of oppression and cast you into the depths of despair.

An offense taken can suck the life out of you  — the very joy of life.  It can cover you like a cloud, so thick that you can’t even remember there was such a thing as sunlight.  The pleasure and joy you once felt at just the whisper of the wind, the glow of sunlight on your cheek, the sonnet of the songbirds is gone — swallowed up in the fog of offense.

Offense is a subtle sinkhole, submerging and sucking you into servitude.  It appears as a soft furry thing, but it will suffocate you.  It is a vaporous vacuum exhuming your vitality and vigor. . .  And it is the first step on the road to depression.

If you find yourself in the fog of offense, FLEE at once.  Lay it down, step away, and run in the opposite direction as fast as you can.  The price is too costly.

Some furry things should not be petted.

Some bogs should not be tramped through.  Some air should not be breathed.  Some substances should not be ingested.  Offense should not be touched.

Today’s Marriage Challenge:  If you are hurt by a word, action, attitude, or neglect from your husband, turn to God, and away from offense.  His joy is your strength, in His word is delight,  in His presence is peace.

“For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption.  Thou wilt shew me the path of life; in thy presence is fullness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.”  Psalm 16:10-11

If you have been enfolded in the fog of despair, may you escape as you move into the sunlight of His love!  His love is there, even if you can’t feel it.  Keep walking, sister. . . you’re almost there.  Follow the light!

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