We have all been hurt at some point in time in our lives. Some of us have minor hurts and disappointments and there are some of us who have deep wounds that seem to work their way to the surface every now and then. Unfortunately, pain is just part of life. But it’s how we choose to deal with it and heal from it is what matters.
With short legs, a ton of energy, and an impatient streak, I practically jog everywhere I go. If I walk with a slower friend, I sometimes find myself several steps ahead, still talking, but not actually engaged in the trip.
In Luke chapter 13: 10-13, we read about a woman who had been bent over by a spirit for 18 years. As I was reading, I was trying to imagine this woman’s circumstance…having only the ground and the dirt as her view. How horrible her walk through life must have been. Then I realized that this has been me so many times in my life. I have allowed satan to have free reign over my mind causing me to drop my head in shame or from a sense of unworthiness. Believing the lies of satan and coming into agreement with him, will only give us a hopeless view of ourselves and our lives. Why do we believe his lies? Why do we choose to give him so much power over us?
I haven’t always been the best person. I haven’t always walked in faith. I haven’t always known grace.
Someone once asked me, “If God were looking at you right now, what do you think He would say?” In that moment, I instantly thought about all of the sins I’ve committed, all of the people I’ve hurt, all of those moments where I couldn’t believe I just did/said that. You know, everything I had done wrong.
Don’t you just hate when you lose something? Whether it’s your keys, an article of clothing, or a purse or wallet, it can become an all-day mission to find something you know you have misplaced.
It has always fascinated me how our sense of smell can evoke the most fantastic imagery and can allow our minds to transport us in that moment to places remote in our memory. Such was the case with me just a few Saturdays ago while perusing the aisles of the local home improvement store. The moment became an opportunity for God to speak to me, and enrich my soul.
We all enjoy talking about the joys of our lives. Whether that is welcoming a new child into our family or celebrating a big breakthrough. You are full of excitement, joy, and anxious to spread the good news. But, why do we hesitate to spread the news of our troubles and disappointments? Fear of rejection? Fear of displaying our weakness?
In light of current events and the culture in which we are living, it just isn’t the time to sit in our comfortable pews and think we are doing all we can. YES, scripture is clear that in the last days we will see a moral decay BUT it is also clear that we are to stay diligent in His service and work!
“If I chose to keep my scars, you can, too.”
Jesus whispered those words into my spirit as I was lying in bed one night—thinking too much about things past and wishing they’d just go away. I was a little stunned when He said those words but also comforted. Comforted by the fact that He said “scars” and not “wounds,” meaning healing really is possible; but also, a little uneasy because scars are still visible, and they come with a process and with stories.
The family “pack mule” is somehow indicative of being a mother. The children off-load their hats, jackets, sweaters, and toys with a hearty “Here Mom!”, and husbands hand off their keys, sunglasses, and wallets for you to mind. While maybe not officially in our job description, moms everywhere are given the task of carrying things.