The consequence of hate… why hate, instead of love?

Ever been so mad at someone you started reimagining Bible verses like, “Vengeance is mine, sayeth me?” 🤣

True, true, carrying hate is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to fall ill. Spoiler alert : they don’t. 😎

They go on to post videos and selfies, while you stew in unseasoned bitterness, rot inside us. And funny enough, it doesn’t always come from strangers. Sometimes, it’s the friend whose laugh once made your cheeks ache. The one who knew how to hold your silence gently. Until something broke…  and what was once light now turns into a storm cloud.

I remember clearly… I once had beef with a very close friend. Not suya o… real beef 😂

The kind that sits in your chest like a block of ice. I would see her, and my heart would tighten. Breathing felt heavier. How can someone who once brought sunshine now bring thunderclouds?
I tried to pretend. Smile when necessary. Greet when mandatory. But inside me? Darkness.

That was the day I knew that unforgiveness is witchcraft with good packaging.

Jesus must have known we’d go through this, because in Matthew 5:23–24 He says:

“If you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother or sister has something against you, leave your gift there… First go and be reconciled to them; then come and offer your gift.”

Notice how it didn’t say if you offend your brother but if your brother offends you. It’s not about who is right. It’s about who’s ready to be free.

Because here’s the real gist — hate is heavy.
It’s a slow poison. A heart clogger. A joy thief. And the worst part? It locks you out of prayer.
You’ll kneel to pray and God will be like, “Hmm. So you want to download blessings on top bitterness?”😇

Hate is weighty. It alters your face, your mood, your sleep, and even your taste in music. Suddenly, everything reminds you of them. The worst part? They might not even know you’re angry. You’re in a boxing ring alone—punching air.

Hate often stems from pain, betrayal, pride, or fear. But here’s the twist: hate doesn’t fix what was broken. Love does. Love doesn’t mean you’re weak—it means you’re wise enough to know that peace costs less than revenge.

 Love Is not always just a feeling. It’s a decision. An act. A deliberate “no thanks to bitterness”. When you choose love, you liberate yourself. You refuse to be tied down by past hurt, and you step boldly into the freedom of healing.

So why hate, when you can love and live free?

Loving doesn’t mean becoming foolish. It just means choosing peace over prison. Because hate is a prison — and the keys? Always in your hand.

Let go, my friend. Forgive. Text them. Pray for them. Whisper their name without flinching.
Because when your heart is free, your spirit dances again.

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Have you ever experienced the heavy weight of hate or unforgiveness? How did you break free? Or… are you still carrying someone in your chest rent-free?

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