Why would anyone willingly carry an ugly burden on his shoulders that was completely unnecessary and, actually harmful? I’m talking about a heavy load called a grudge. It’s wearisome. It’s not a bit nice, and even its name sounds bad. Just say it and listen: GRR-uj. Rhymes with sludge or smudge.
The funny thing about carrying a grudge is that it’s like a snowball rolling down hill–it keeps getting bigger. You’d think that people would discard the miserable thing as soon as they were aware of it and, some wise people do. Others, well, they hang onto it, coddle it, add slights either imagined or real until the grudge gets bigger and bigger and becomes a wearisome load. That’s sort of pitiful.
A grudge dims the sunshine and turns the grudger into an old grouch. The grudge doesn’t make the grudgee feel a bit worse, but it’s mighty hard on the grudger. A grudge shows up as lines on the face, frowns, grumpiness, and even ill health.
But, wait! There is a remedy. It doesn’t involve going to the doctor for medication (although it sometimes leads to actual illness) All it takes is for the grudger to forgive the grudgee, tell those burdensome thoughts and imaginations to go away and then, actually replace them with some positive thoughts. Recounting all the good points of the former grudgee helps too. After all, grudgers are not perfect either. Who is?
Here’s wishing you a happy Wednesday, free of heavy loads, with lots of sunshine in your heart and nary a grudgensome thought in sight. Anywhere.
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