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Revenge

I once heard that one’s power can be measured by the decisions made when given the chance to have the upper hand against someone that’s done them wrong. I’ve often found myself in such a position, and have often chosen to take the high road. Because, while a moment of vengeance could grant me a level of temporary satisfaction against my opposition, my heart would never be at peace to stoop as low as an enemy. In fact, I often find myself feeling sorry for those at my mercy when I do get the upper hand. I used to trip whenever someone would say or do something dead wrong to me and think, Now would be a great time for me to transform into superhero mode. Vengeance will be mine! I’m totally kidding lol but on the real, it’s not my place or anyone else’s to “get someone back.” The funny thing about life is that it has an interesting way of catching up with people. I’ve seen it happen time and time again, to some of my worst enemies and it isn’t pretty. Even if I don’t see them get payback for their wrongdoing, I usually hear and learn about it from a credible source, and I can’t help but send a prayer up for them. Personally, I believe getting revenge on someone simply isn’t worth it, and rejoicing in someone else’s downfall (even if you believe they deserve it) isn’t cool, either. As human beings we’re all flawed and make mistakes, but if and when you continue to do others wrong and think you’re going to get away with it, think again. Surely, you can’t think that you can do somebody wrong and there’ll be no repercussions. Knowing that God is always in control no matter what, helps make things easier when I’m upset and can’t believe some of the things people do that are messed up. If you’ve struggled with this, please know it’s much better to hand your feelings, the things and people that make you tick, or anything else that has you bothered, over to the Lord. He can handle these types of situations better than you ever could. Trust me.


Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord. – Romans 12:19
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