Resentment

After work I saw a man sitting in front of the housing unit who had disrespected me loudly in the chow hall last month. That day he really got under my skin. About twenty minutes after the chow hall incident, I had seen him walking on the hallway in front of my cell and tried to approach him to clear things up, but he got embarrassingly loud again. Every fiber in my body felt offended. I walked away and cut him out of my life, but I was guilty of holding on to bitterness. 

My spirit has been convicting me of that. Today after work, when I saw him sitting alone on the bench in front of the housing unit, I spoke to him. I made the first move last time he disrespected me too. That time he later apologized, this time he didn't. The important thing is, after taking the first step, I feel less burdened by resentment.