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A doctor declared the dire news. “You have rabies.” Immediately the patient whipped out a notepad and began to write.

Thinking the patient was writing out his will, the doctor said,”Calm down! It doesn’t mean you’re going to die,”I know,” said the patient. ” I’m just writing a list of people I’m going to bite! ”

Sounds like someone I know!

At a picnic ground, a lady approached me and said, “I read your book.” I smiled politely and asked “Did you like it?

She replied, “You shouldn’t waste your time writing stuff like that. You should write about things relevant like social and political issues.”

I was stunned, I do remember veering from her slowly, reaching our picnic table, I sat and practiced making saliva froth in my mouth. Daaaam, I wish I had a rabies!

That evening, instead of saying evening prayers, I brooded over the lady’s comment. I played with it in my mind like a yoyo– up-down, up-down, angry-discouraged,angry-discouraged. I flipped to a verse in Revelation that I had highlighted years back.

Revelation 9:5 reads: They were told not to kill them but to torture them for five months with agony like the pain of scorpion stings.

There you go ! God’s rhema-

His personal instruction for me.Problem is, scorpion stings won’t be easy to come by so rabbies is better.

Showcased here is how I respond to critisim. I have the gall to take a verse out of context and use it to suit me. My response to criticism shows how haughty I am. Wanting to bite back exposes my pride.Wanting to have rabbies in my bite puts me in another level!It’s called vile.

Why take offense ? So she doesn’t like the stuff I write.So buying my book was a waste. I ought to be able to take it at that. That’s her opinion. I can’t do much about that.

I quit saliva-frothing and prayed. I couldn’t bring myself to ask God to bless her (give me a little time, ok?) but I asked Him to forgive me.

Just the other day, as I waited in line at the bank, a lady approached me and said, “Your book keeps me believing that God is in control of my life. Thank you.” We clasped hands and did a heartfelt chick-to-chick…Later, the teller told me that this woman was battling with cancer.

Figure that out for me. One says my writing stinks. Another says my writing keeps her believing.Anyway, that second remark caused me to start writing again.

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