Sometimes there is just nothing you can do to make things right. Sometimes, you aren't even the one who made them wrong. I've been thinking about this lately. There are people who I just can't make happy and in fact some people who openly hate me. I can't fix anything. I know I hold no blame and yet it feels like I'm drying up from the inside from the heat of someone else's anger. It would almost be easier if I was the wrong-doer, at least then there would be something for me to undo.
The good thing about bad days is that they always end with me getting serious about talking to Jesus. After several in a row the Lord pushed aside the various ugly emotions that were swirling around me like a dark hurricane and got down to the truth. I don't need to accept the condemnation or attacks of any man if my heart is right with God. I can walk away with my head high and take my joy from knowing I am right with heaven.
In the case of those who want to hate us for reasons we can't control, it's just not our problem. You don't have to like me. You can even concentrate all the energy of life on wanting to destroy me. In the end; it's your spirit that dies a little more every day.
I don't negotiate with terrorists. So I'm done thinking about this.
Jesus loves me, this I know.
1 Corinthians 4:2-4 Now it is required that those who have been given a trust must prove faithful. I care very little if I am judged by you or by any human court; indeed, I do not even judge myself. My conscience is clear, but that does not make me innocent. It is the Lord who judges me.