Living with Porcupines
I’m grouchy this week. Sarcastic with co-workers. Caustic with my family. Yesterday a friend asks, “What’s wrong with you?” and I shrugged it off. Didn’t know anything was wrong until he got me thinking about it. I thought it was all the porcupines around me with quills flared ganging up to irritate me—including the freeway speed-control freaks who blocked my way. Sure I was short with everyone, but they deserved it for getting in my space. ?
This morning I’m praying about a decision and I realize how stuck I feel. It’s not all the porcupines around me causing my acidic attitude. It’s a thistle rolling around inside me. I’m stuck and irritated by that helpless feeling of stuckness.
It’s like spinning your wheels in a snow bank. Your build up all this heat from the tire spinning and it hardens the snow into ice, increasing the spinning and decreasing your chances of getting out without help. So I decided I need help getting unstuck.
It’s easy to blame the porcupines around us when we’re miserable. Truth is, it’s usually something inside creating the porcupine in the mirror.
Mark Reed
See Mark’s Heaven blog at www.hopeworthy.com/blog




