Devil with a blue shirt on...

So I'm very, very angry. Furious really. And I've been furious for about a week now and I just can't shake it. Let me first say for the record, I don't get angry very often...hardly at all really (except for a tiny issue with road rage, and the 4am barker next door, but we'll save those for another time)... And even more seldom do I get angry with anyone other than myself. Do you ever just grate on your own nerves?? Anyway, I'm seething even as I type this and I've been trying to deal with this anger using my usually effective "anger-management repertoire," thus far without even the slightest bit of success.... Let's see... breathing in the bag, sewing, treadmill, calling a friend, various gourmet cheeses, (laugh it up, it usually works...especially a brie/cranberry combo) praying, long drive... still pissed off. Seriously... mad. Like the deep sighs, stomping around, spitting, "How could you?" through clenched teeth kind of mad. (So unlike me, really. If I had a tail, it would be wagging...constantly.) So I brought out the big guns...I watched a scary movie...and then another one. And after that I was slightly less pissed. Slightly. More like distracted.... and right now I'll take distracted. Both movies had "the devil" in them.... I saw the devil and I laughed... funny. And then I reflected (the last item left in my anger-management repertoire)......

The Bible (Ezekiel 28:17) says of the Devil, "Your heart became proud on account of your beauty and you corrupted your wisdom because of your splendor..." And then there's John 10:10, "The thief comes to steal, kill and destroy..." So I got to thinking.... if the Devil (who knows beauty) has the ability to take any form he wishes, would he really be roaming around in dry ice (Korn blaring in the background) seeking whom he may devour lookin' like this?? Pffft. This guy couldn't even tempt me to under tip.


Nah. He would be fiiiiiine. And charming. And funny. Then I thought some more.... if the question is who could get me to get up off my knees and lock up my prayer closet door, throw my Bible in my panty drawer, slip into the silky comfort of some deadly sins, cross off the 10 Commandments like a to-do list, and dive bangs first into the lake of fire... well, it's this devil...


That's my devil...with the blue shirt blue shirt on. (In addition to grating on my own nerves, I also totally get my humor...) But it's more than that. If that was all it was, it would be way. too. easy. He would have







<------------these eyes














and smell like this ---------->

Cool Water is also known as: Liquid Yes and Kryptonite. I had another name for it which has now escaped me... Oh shut it, Christi and Katie... I know you two remember. My devil would be funny like Brian Regan and charming like Adam Sandler (Yes, I believe Mr. Sandler is charming....this is my devil, not yours) and always have these babies on hand...
He would be delicious and delightful and a good listener... and most likely play the cello. I know this is pretty specific, but what can I say? I have a type. And frankly, that's the way the devil rolls. Really the only thing I can't pin down is his voice... his singing voice, that is. His speaking voice would probably have an accent of some kind, but just a hint...not like Cockney Rhyming Slang from Yorkshire...but honestly if he had all of this other stuff, I don't think he'd need to talk at all... I'd be hand in hand with him (chocolate covered strawberry in the other) skipping down the road (and not the one less traveled). His singing voice would be either that guy from Nickleback (his voice makes clothes turn to liquid before he even gets to the chorus). I'm just sayin'. Either that guy or possibly the guy from 3 Doors Down... I dunno. I do know he wouldn't sound like John Mayer or Josh Groban...too dreamy or something.....and not like Prince. Definitely not like Prince.

So this helped......thanks for listening. Reflecting on the devil somehow took my mind off of the anger. Who knew? But now it's back. I'm still really angry. Really angry. In fact, I can't even recall the last time I was this angry at a person. However, as I sit here reflecting on my devil, (who is not. too. shabby.) I'm also reflecting on my Instruction Manuel. And it says, "Be angry yet sin not, lest the sun go down on your wrath. It also says, "Let all bitterness, wrath, anger, clamor and evil speaking be put away from you with all malice." (Eph 4:26&31) It's alright to be angry. I should have been angry about this long, long ago. And perhaps if I had let myself be angry earlier, (much earlier) I WOULD NOT have been this furious and WOULD HAVE already "put this away" from me. So, I'm going to be angry for awhile. Spitting mad. Pissed off. And then I'm going to get to puttin' this away.... for good. I'm going to put it away from me... and one day I'll forgive (not today, and tomorrow isn't looking likely either) like the One who came to give me life and that more abundantly has forgiven me. (John 10:10 & Matt 6:14)


So...what's your devil wearin'?