Taking the high road doesn’t feel as good as it sounds. You’d think your perspective would be “so above it” but instead, as you slog through, your feet feel heavy and tired from the slime and mud trying to stick to you.
I felt side swiped today by persons whom I keep trying to love and support, even when they act anything but lovable. I had to take myself to a quiet spot and cry over this one to my heavenly Father. My soul felt wounded in my integrity and character. As I talked to my Father the tears came and the death of my pride began once more.
As I walk this high road sometimes I feel alone but then I remember it’s a journey and I will run into my help mates just up around the bend.
1 Pet 4:8 And above all things have fervent love for one another, for “love will cover a multitude of sins.”