Many years ago, a fifteen-year-old me, filled my mind with hate. That was a terrible time in my life. I hated the only person who loved me more than anyone else. My mother. She did nothing wrong but tried to protect me from destroying my life. I hated her. I rebelled against her.
I rejected my mother’s love and encouraged hate to stay in my heart. Years later, I realized I was young and foolish. I did not understand love. I now select love over hate. I try to love everyone.
Today, as we remember Martin Luther King, Jr., let us remember how he resisted the feeling of hate and elected love instead. “I’ve decided to stick with love,” King said. “Hate is too great a burden to bear.”
I had carried hate and it was truly a “great burden.”
What about you? Do you allow hate to burden you? If so, release the hate in you.