I am capable of quite an ugly temper. Let us just say I come by it naturally, the Hatfield and McCoy feud being a part of my family history.
Oh, I'm a scrapper. I don't have a problem throwing down. I control it only through conviction of spirit and force of will. My instinct of fight or flight is missing the flight gene.
Well right now, I'm angry. Boiling, fist-clenched, bring-it-on angry. The why isn't important. I pulled myself up just short of really tearing someone up today. I knew that when I hear myself say, "Let me tell you something..."; the other person was in for it. That other person did indeed "get it" and here I am, still mad.
The problem is that anger is like a rabid dog. It doesn't just go away. It waits for the next victim. I know about my temper and so I try to be very careful and prayerful about expressing my anger in ways that God approves of. I don't think I went over the line today, but man it took a lot of jaw clenching to control it.
Now it's time to decompress and let it roll off. It doesn't come easily to me. I gotta talk to God about it so it doesn't steal any more of my day.
I have to be aware that even though it is how I am, it isn't how I am intended to be. There are parts of me that were born in the fall. This temper is part of the fall-out. I need to be strong and assertive. I don't need to be angry.
It's up to me to stop my own fall by letting Jesus have the fallen parts of me. If I wait much longer, I'm going to have to repent for holding on to anger. I'm gonna just give it to God right now.
I am redemption in progress.
James 1:19-21 My dear brothers, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, for man's anger does not bring about the righteous life that God desires. Therefore, get rid of all moral filth and the evil that is so prevalent and humbly accept the word planted in you, which can save you.