In some ways, re-hashing hurtful events open wounds that never really healed and only "scabbed over." Sometimes I haven't even realized that this has been the case-until I am forced to "deal" with whatever that unresolved issue was.
I am reminded in Psalm 27, that when David was thinking on the things that have crossed his path to cause pain and affliction...he also reflected on God's ability to bring him out and deliver him of those issues. He banked on the promises of God.
Sometimes, people just plain HURT us. There is no escaping that. Scripture teaches me that this is just a fact of life, and that as His children, we will indeed suffer persecutions- and we must "count it all joy" because of the fact that it is to bring us to a more holy, more righteous state...more like JESUS.
Maybe in my case, I have been grieved by a very close family member. Maybe a dear, close friend. Maybe someone who has purposed themselves to be my enemy.
Maybe you can relate.
I am comforted by Psa. 27:10 that tells me:
When my father and my mother forsake me, then the LORD will take me up.
I cling to that promise. What a blessed hope. Even if my earthly father chooses to forsake me-my Heavenly Father will NOT.
I am strengthened by His Word. Comforted by His grace.
Broken I come to him, and powerfully-He somehow puts those pieces back together...better than they were to start with. The Potter is truly divine in His workmanship when molding that "cracked pot" back into shape. Healing takes place-but only at the obedience of allowing GOD to be the Great Physician that He is.
I wonder if there are folks in need of re-shaping that I had fault in cracking their structure? I pray that God would show me and give me the opportunity to be used in healing that which I put my hands on, that was not mine to mess with. It was HIS creation. I pray that God would allow not just forgiveness toward me in that manner, but allow those whom I broke in any way-to forgive ME.
Jam 1:21 Wherefore lay apart all filthiness and superfluity of naughtiness, and receive with meekness the engrafted word, which is able to save your souls.
I am the vine, ye [are] the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.
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hey I will take some parts of this and put it in my profile ...
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