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Dichotomy of Desires

The odd thing about conflict is that it always reveals the nasty, sinful parts of your heart – if you’re willing to see it for what it truly is. On the outside, it looks like justified hurt and the outworking of grief or anger; what those flippant remarks and tears of frustration have revealed, though, is a horribly selfish, self-centered, self-idolizing human being – and that less-than-glamorous human being is yourself. The instant you begin to feel that there might actually be something wrong with you, you flip it around and dispel it from your being, right onto the creature who has provoked this wound in the first place. There is always some sort of truth in the hurt and anger of the original conflict, of course, but it is almost never what it seems to be on the surface. And once you let it fester, the disease of self-love and othering can consume everything in its path in such a way that it looks as though you can never turn back.

The past couple of years have been rough for some…

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