Frustration has settled in like a storm cloud, ready to dump rain on everyone standing nearby. Bee has positioned herself over Vern’s bowl, determined to keep him from eating. The bully is unwilling to lessen her stance, no matter how long it takes. Vern is trying to get around her, but is fully aware that she is the alpha dog, a position that won’t change anytime soon.
I hobble around with my broken leg situated on the scooter, I have come to realize that each move has to be well thought out. Movements, prior to my accident, took only seconds, now have to be calculated in my mind so precious energy isn’t wasted. Frustration begins to seep through my thoughts, desiring to devour my peace.
As Paul writes letters to Timothy, he sits chained in a jail cell. Friends have left him, embarrassed by his circumstances. Only Luke, the author of the book in the Bible stays close by. There is a tinge of frustration as Paul writes Timothy, pleading for him to come and bring his books and parchment. Unable to act, Paul can only pray to God to meet his needs.
Paul writes in 2 Timothy 2:22 “So flee youthful passions and pursue righteousness, faith, love, and peace along with those who call on the Lord from a pure heart.”
Paul tells Timothy to pursue righteousness, faith, love, and peace. How often do we assume we can just have peace? But pursuing peace is an action. It takes effort. It just doesn’t happen. So for me, I will pursue peace in the midst of the frustration that wants to take me captive.
As for Bee, she has gone for a walk and is now trying to catch her breath, giving Vern an opportunity to eat his food. My husband places the dish outside and with Bee so consumed with catching her breath, Vern is able to eat in peace.