Airbnb with the Devil
As a child, my dad would tell me very matter-of-factly, that if the sun went down on my anger, I would give devil a chance to come and hang out with me. Lol! Scared me out of the planet and back. Pop was right. Recently, I let the devil Airbnb with me. I got upset with someone, and it became a deep hurt, that soon got out of control.
A few suns did set on my anger unfortunately, and then the devil stepped in; dragged his Prada luggage into my space and kicked off his shoes. He talked my ear off about how I was right to be angry and actually quite justified at such underserved insolence! Even God understood my anger, he would say. He warned me about letting people in, people were just wicked opportunists. They were all the same -all this he tut-tutted, while he's making himself a sandwich in my kitchen and sipping some tea, wearing my house robe and totally feeling at home.
In case you didn't know, Satan doesn't travel alone. Just saying. He has baggage (we all know that), he also has an entourage. Stop and think about that. Think of the scariest movie you've ever seen, the creepiest movie... The Conjuring, The Exorcist, Ouija...yup. He travels with spirits like that. Not cool. Not cool.
Kicked them out one day, the whole lot of them- I had had enough. I remembered this post and it soothed my heart. Plus I recalled the scripture that says human anger doesn't achieve God's perfect plan for our lives, that sealed it. I would give mercy and forgiveness, even when it seemed undeserved.
Be upset, be angry but don't let the sun set on your anger. Please, I beg you. You'll give that weird guy and his goons a foothold. He'll bring chaos. He'll mess with your mind. He doesn't do dishes, plus he'll use your towel and leave it on the floor. Don't say I didn't tell you.