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Self Control

In the palm of my hand crawls a garble. It moves freely around in a curious fashion. As it walks around I feel its delicately small cold feet. Amid its exploration it nips at my hand inflicting me with inflammatory pain. The little guy aggravates me, but I don’t lash out. If I let out my anger on something so fragile, I would easily kill it or break its bones leaving it in agony. So I hold back retribution for the gerbils’ sake.

It crawls around a little more and returns to the same spot it bit me at. It bites me again! I squeeze my fist and throw it against the wall without thinking. A reaction I wasn’t discipline enough to control killed my garble. My response of rage destroyed the garbles chance to learn any better than its nature. Its life was snuffed out by my lack of control.

I am like that garble. I crawl around in God’s hand of time in a curious fashion, biting Him here and there. In His hand I am weak and fragile. I rely fully on God to control His anger or I would be killed. When I would let loose if I were given a liability as big as this dependable responsibility of God over life, I thank God that He can control Himself.