Sit With It
I’ve learned something about myself that I never wanted to admit.
I don’t always feel what I’m really feeling.
I grab the surface emotion.
The loud one.
The easy one.
Most of the time, anger isn’t the real emotion.
It’s the mask that keeps me from touching what actually hurts.
Anger is simple.
It announces itself.
It feels strong and clear and justified.
But when I slow down long enough to sit with it,
when I stop reacting and start listening,
I begin to hear the quieter truth underneath.
Beneath it?
Loss, Fear, Disappointment.
A wound I didn’t want to reopen.
That’s why this line from C.S. Lewis hits so deeply:
“I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.”
It feels like he’s handing us a key to our own souls.
If I sit with my anger long enough,
it will eventually speak honestly.
It will name what’s hurting.
It will show me where healing actually begins.
Healing never starts with the surface.
It starts with what’s deep inside.
So today, instead of pushing past the frustration,
I’m trying something different.
I’m sitting with it.
I’m listening.
I’m letting it tell the truth
so God can meet me in the place I’d rather avoid.
Because every hidden wound is still a place where grace can reach.
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