A wave of anger building slowly, made its way to the shallow waters of temper. It crashed on the shore of righteous indignation, covering me head-to-toe as I sat right there oddly excited at its arrival. Time slowed as the salty droplets ran down my skin and retreated much more calmly than they had come. In its aftermath, I am changed. No longer irritated, frustrated, agitated, or even annoyed, this wave has cleaned my inside of its indignation, just as it cleaned my outside of sweat and sand.
Now sadness washes over me, its ebb and flow almost predictable. And I wonder, what will He clean from inside me with next wave. And how will I look on the other side.
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