Do you drink hatorade? I'm pretty frustrated with myself lately because I have a huge thirst that I want to quench with hatorade. I know it's wrong and I don't want to hate. By definition hatorade is a condition someone enters when they watch someone be successful and they are bent on tearing it down or second guessing it. I have asked my accountabilty group to ask me, "Bro, did you hate this week?" If it weren't for them I would be gulping, bathing, and selling hatorade.But here is the deal I don't hate because I've watched someone succeed and I'm envious, I'm sipping hatorade because I've learned something, been delivered from it, and I have this tremendous urge to share it. I've watched this ugly thing that continues to hurt, destroy, and eat up good people in the name of Christ or a version of "Christ" and it's all I can do to say, "Sister, I love you and you're are not alone." or "Bro, I am here for you." I know there are a lot of people out there who are in the place looking for answers, hope, truth, or affirmation. I have been in their shoes and I want to speak life instead of death. A small part of me also wants to call that thing out. The only thing holding me back is a couple of truths about my lessons.
Here are some truths that keep me bound in the hatorade.
1. God gave me a season to learn "how not to" that was very violent and painful some of those wounds are still ozzing.
2. I was hesitant to confront because I didn't believe it would be recieved. Now I realize my obedience would have been better than my sacrifice irregardless of the cost.
3. I thought my silence protected people and I stupidly believed I could change the environment.
4. Only now do I realize all of the blazingly huge clues and questions I could have seen and asked that would have kept me from needless pain.
Oh, this Hatorade owns me at least once a week. I don't know what to do with it. I'm not sure I should do anything at all and yet I'm prone to shout everything out on the rooftops so that those who need to be rescued can find comfort and overcome the waves to grab some kind of lifeline. Even now it distresses me. Until I find the silver lining I cannot pour out this hatorade with you.
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