I am better when I’m not bitter. I never want that root of bitterness springing up within me again, because getting rid of it reminds me of crabgrass. Now, Alexa (Amazon’s talking assistant) tells me crabgrass grows in the forty-eight contiguous United States, but if you don’t know what crabgrass is, allow me to enlighten you.
Crabgrass is a hard-to-kill weed that has deep roots, but it spreads across the top of your yard. You can pull up a long string of the pesky weed, but you probably won’t get the root. It will return.
I’ve been held captive by bitterness, and its cousins, anger and unforgiveness. A quarrel with my husband, family member or a long-time acquaintance can turn the embers of bitterness into a raging fire in an instant.