Bipolar, but still Christian : Just Another Challege

The things people say that tear me down are like little pepples that peck at me. I get hit with another one and the fat from the old ones rise to the top. It is not that I never got over those things before, but that the pebbles of hurt are difficult to forget. Trying not to be torn up by such small things.  I realize I can be too sensitive because I have fat in my heart. At times like this I have to remind myself again that those things can be "worked together for good" by God. I have to recognize that someone else's wrong does not have to become my wrong too. I can choose to forgive. I can ask God to help me forget bettter. Maybe this is a tearing down of spirit. Okay then God, I need that way of escape you promised so that I can go back to studing and pleasing you.

I had written earlier of how a little bit of kindness could make such a huge difference in anyone's life. A smile, a hug, a kind word, or a simple look of love can lift up the saddest of spirits. Just as those who give a little kindness can uplift, those who give a little rudeness can pull down. You're in a rush; you're impatient; you're short tempered; you are outright rude.  Maybe it was just a little glare.  Maybe you chewed out your cashier at the store. Maybe you barked at your children. We all have our moments. As I was reflecting on how much those little kindnesses meant to me, I started thinking on the unkind actions of others too. How can one more unkind act effect us? Truly for me it was the straw that broke the camels back. I lost my temper over something quite trivial. It probably seemed odd to a complete stranger. He doesn't know me. He does not know the day I had or the other things I have been through today.  How often am I the straw for someone else ...