My brother and I haven’t been on wonderful terms lately. The terms have been a bit sock-you-in-the-face-like. Especially my side. I’m sure his is a whole other story. I can only imagine. But here on my side, I don’t have to.
The way he talks to my mom. The way he talks to me. The second part doesn’t get to me as much as the first. I can barely control myself. I turn into a monster. And while trying to defend my mom’s honor, I smear poop all over it with my holier-than-thou crusade.
Today I had quite a quiet time with good ol Jesus. And I realized it’s not my fight. It’s not my right. It’s not mine.
Let the Almighty be the Almighty, let mom be mom, let me be me. Let Jed be Jed.
I feel a lot better. I feel free.