WHY ARE YOU SO BITTER? Saying says: “What does not kill you makes you stronger.”
Am I single? Yes. Do I have a man? No. Do I have trouble getting a man? No. Do I have trouble finding the right man for me? Yes. I saw something today about whether or not a believer could marry someone of a different faith or an unbeliever. That’s a different can of worms. Let’s go back to the topic at hand. I wasn’t going to discuss this, but earlier this week I was attacked on my Facebook page. I said in my status that “Jesus is my boyfriend.” My point was I’ve heard many women who are dedicated to the church use that phrase as if to say that being involved in the church excludes you having a relationship; a personal relationship. We make GOD so small. You mean to tell me that HE sits high and looks low; knows every hair on your head, but doesn’t have time to give you the other half of your heart? When GOD spoke to me 17 years ago and told me HE wanted me to be happy I filed for divorce. I loved my ex enough that I knew he was unhappy too! Mind you; I prayed for 2 years before I got an answer. Of course I had those that said I was crazy. They seemed more concerned with my giving up my two car garage home than the end of my marriage. Then I had those who wanted to twist the Word of GOD to prove to me that I was going straight to hell if I got a divorce.
It took me a minute to recognize it, but I realized the woman who personally attacked me was bitter. No profile picture. No picture period. She was quick to tell me about myself and spew words of hate, but no courage to show her face. I didn’t know whether to laugh or feel sorry for her. Several ministers attempted to reach out to her and it all fell on a deaf ear. I do feel sorry for her. Obviously she’s really unhappy and lonely if she has nothing better to do. Disagree with me, fine. But this was about what she thought GOD should do to me and a lot of other craziness.
Could I be bitter? Sure, but GOD is too good for me to even bother. Have I had my heart broken? Of course!! Please stop acting as if I’ve never gone through anything. My hurts may surprise you. Let’s talk about the time the love of my life slept with me and then married another woman the next day. How about we talk about the fact he was married at my church by my minister. The same minister I thought was like a father to me. He wasn’t even a member of the church. How about we talk about the dummy that had the audacity to assume I was cheating on him and left me and married another woman when I didn’t even know he was seeing someone else. Okay let’s keep going. His man is now divorced and questioning what he was thinking. My exact sentiments. What about the guy who called me “wifey” and had another girlfriend throughout the duration of our relationship. I could go on, but it’s pointless. A weak girl’s laugh could be a strong girl’s cry. I laugh sometimes because I’d rather not cry. I don’t like people seeing me cry.
I could be bitter for all those reasons and more. I choose not to be. Just like you make a conscience decision to love someone; you also make a conscience decision to hate. I LOVE MEN! I choose not to categorize or stereotype all men. A while back I said that men and women want the same things. We just go about it differently. A friend was telling me that his father was a man of few words. His dad never missed a day of work. He went to all the baseball and football games for all his sons. This man came home every day. Simple, huh? Every action shows the love he has for his wife and family. I think that’s pretty cool. His parents have been married for 62 years. “Grow old with me the best is yet to be.” I think I know who wrote that line, but it’s not important. How beautiful is it to know that through all of life’s ups and downs there’s one person who can tell your story because their story is your story.
Question: Even if your heart was broken why are you bitter?
If GOD can heal your body of all disease; then why couldn’t HE heal your heart?