...."How do we get resentments and how do we get rid of them".

...."How do we get resentments and how do we get rid of them".

I have not given much thought to the question "how do we get resentments" before. I spend a lot of time on getting rid of them. The usual pray etc. But how do we get them is an interesting question and today it seems like the more important. If I could focus on the cause I could minimize the need for a solution.

I too get resentments from expecting a result or not accepting what I know to be true. I am sure I have quoted this before but it sticks with me. "When people show you who they are, believe them". This is the source of a lot of my resentments. I refuse to believe that people are going to be who they are. I keep thinking that they will behave differently with me and then when they don't I act surprise. Just another form of denial that runs through the fabric of my life. I need to be honest with myself and to stop living in the daydream part of my mind that creates a whole fantasy world where I get to act out both sides of the conversation.

I usually have resentments towards peopel particurally women as I don't really hang out with men. But at the present I have a resentment towards a thing. My husband has decided to run for City Commissioner in our town. It will be a heated election. I speak to him and he has no fear. If he wins he wins, if he doesn't it wasn't meant to be. He does live this way whereas I do not. I am forever thinking....if only the other candidate wasn't so strong, why isn't he running against one of the weaker candidates that are running in another district, why can't the good campaign manager help him (they are involved with Obama), blah blah blah. This is something that he wants to do, I need to let go and let god, if it is meant to be it will be and who am I to know what is good or bad.

I heard this in a meeting....
Farmer has a beautiful stallion.
Horse breaks through fence and runs away.
Seeing this, the neighbors come over to to recognize loss, saying "It's terrible - it's a bad thing, etc."
Farmer replies, "Maybe it is: maybe it isn't. Who am I to say."
Two weeks pass, and stallion returns with mare. Now farmer has two horses.
Neighbors says, "Wonderful - a good thing'
Farmer replies, "Maybe it is: maybe it isn't. Who am I to say."
As son attempts to break in mare, she rears up and tramples him, crippling him for life.
Neighbors: "How horrible this is a Bad thing"
Farmer: "Maybe it is: maybe it isn't. Who am I to say."
In Spring war breaks out. All young men from countryside marching off to battle. All except farmer's son who can't march or fight.
Neighbors: "Surely this is good."
Farmer: "Maybe it is: maybe it isn't. Who am I to say."
So tale continues. story without end.

I can't say that this is my attitude today but it is the attitude I pray for.
xox