Rarely when I pray do I ask God to show me myself. I often ask for Him to show me Himself, but to truly see myself for who I am? It’s often too ugly. (The times when God has shown me who I really am–His precious daughter and most cherished possession–are worth their own posts.) So today, when I was complaining to Brad about something we’ve often both discussed, he said something that knocked the “nice girl” veneer right off me: “There’s a bitter taste in the water and we’re both drinking it.” What is it they say? Know thyself? I’d prefer not to in this case, but there it was: I was being bitter.
Thank goodness God is so good to us. He has a history of turning what is bitter into something sweet–see Exodus 15:
Then Moses made Israel set out from the Red Sea, and they went into the wilderness of Shur. They went three days in the wilderness and found no water. When they came to Marah, they could not drink the water of Marah because it was bitter; therefore it was named Marah. And the people grumbled against Moses, saying, “What shall we drink?” And he cried to the Lord, and the Lord showed him a log, and he threw it into the water, and the water became sweet.
So, Lord, show me my log! I know a pool of bitter water just waiting to be sweetened.