Do Not Let The Sun Go Down On Your Anger
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Be angry but do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger ... be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ has forgiven you. (vv. 26a, 32)
It was a ridiculous quarrel. Later, we couldn't even remember what it was about. But that night, neither my husband Ed nor I wanted to admit we were wrong. So, instead of following the biblical advice of not letting the sun go down on our wrath, we went to bed angry.
Turning my back to him, I thought we would soon go to sleep. But Ed kept tossing restlessly, and I lay there mulling over and over our harsh words to each other. I felt terrible, as if I were forsaken and all alone, and I huddled there, sobbing softly.
Finally Ed said, "Marjorie, why don't we go into the living room and pray?" Eager to do anything to rectify our relationship, I agreed. We knelt beside the coffee table, gave our problems to the Lord, and asked his forgiveness. We then apologized to each other and had a precious time of reconciliation.
We returned to bed and soon fell into a peaceful sleep, but, during the night, every time I turned over, I was aware of a wonderful, spicy fragrance. However, I couldn't wake up enough to find out what it was or where it was coming from.
The next morning, the fragrance was gone. Excitedly, I told Ed, "I think Jesus was here last night, because all night long I smelled an exotic and spicy fragrance, perhaps like incense. It was more fragrant than anything I've ever smelled. And I felt absolutely at peace. I'm sure it was Jesus, comforting us and letting us know he is pleased with us."
"I didn't smell anything, Honey," Ed responded. "But you're more sensitive than I am, so I'm sure you're right. I also had a peaceful night's sleep."
Giving me a big hug and kiss, Ed went on to say, "We serve a wonderful Lord who is concerned about every aspect of our lives. I do know he was pleased when we prayed last night, gave our differences to him, and forgave each other. Truly, he is a rewarder of those who earnestly seek him as well as being the God of all comfort."
It was a ridiculous quarrel. Later, we couldn't even remember what it was about. But that night, neither my husband Ed nor I wanted to admit we were wrong. So, instead of following the biblical advice of not letting the sun go down on our wrath, we went to bed angry.
Turning my back to him, I thought we would soon go to sleep. But Ed kept tossing restlessly, and I lay there mulling over and over our harsh words to each other. I felt terrible, as if I were forsaken and all alone, and I huddled there, sobbing softly.
Finally Ed said, "Marjorie, why don't we go into the living room and pray?" Eager to do anything to rectify our relationship, I agreed. We knelt beside the coffee table, gave our problems to the Lord, and asked his forgiveness. We then apologized to each other and had a precious time of reconciliation.
We returned to bed and soon fell into a peaceful sleep, but, during the night, every time I turned over, I was aware of a wonderful, spicy fragrance. However, I couldn't wake up enough to find out what it was or where it was coming from.
The next morning, the fragrance was gone. Excitedly, I told Ed, "I think Jesus was here last night, because all night long I smelled an exotic and spicy fragrance, perhaps like incense. It was more fragrant than anything I've ever smelled. And I felt absolutely at peace. I'm sure it was Jesus, comforting us and letting us know he is pleased with us."
"I didn't smell anything, Honey," Ed responded. "But you're more sensitive than I am, so I'm sure you're right. I also had a peaceful night's sleep."
Giving me a big hug and kiss, Ed went on to say, "We serve a wonderful Lord who is concerned about every aspect of our lives. I do know he was pleased when we prayed last night, gave our differences to him, and forgave each other. Truly, he is a rewarder of those who earnestly seek him as well as being the God of all comfort."
