But then there is that whole being Christlike thing. Those WWJD bracelets might be passe, but my guess is that Jesus would never lock irritating people away in gigantic veggies.
Back to square one.
What to do?
Here's the thing: nothing makes me want to beat the living snot out of someone like when they mess with my kids. But I discovering that retaliation is rarely the way to go. It feels good, but it's not diplomatic. It does not heal; it does not restore; it does not help. Dang.
I tell my kids: life isn't fair. The mistakes of others will hurt you. Forgive; choose to forgive. Forgiveness is the only way to be free. And right now, the taste of my own medicine is bitter.
