Words… penetrate.
Words… wound.
Words… mar.
Words… change lives.
When the Cross comes to mind and I see what Jesus suffered for my freedom, I have to remind myself to let go of words… ones spoken by hurting people… who splash their filled bucket of inadequacies… drenching and hoping… to penetrate… wound… mar.
Scripture reminds that genuine concern for others is a
distinguishing mark of Christianity… that in loving my enemies and praying for
those who persecute me sets me apart from the world. It is a direct command from a Just God. Why then am I unable to sandblast the
etchings left on my heart from that tidal wave?
When the Cross comes to mind and I see what Jesus suffered for my freedom, I have to remind myself to let go of words… ones spoken by hurting people… who splash their filled bucket of inadequacies… drenching and hoping… to penetrate… wound… mar.
Scripture reminds that genuine concern for others is a
distinguishing mark of Christianity… that in loving my enemies and praying for
those who persecute me sets me apart from the world. It is a direct command from a Just God. Why then am I unable to sandblast the
etchings left on my heart from that tidal wave?Jesus was wounded… beyond recognition… “and by His wounds, we are healed.” I have security and freedom from word sunamis. Practicing what I know is not easy though as I have carried this burden for several years and I no longer want to bear it.
During Lent, I want to offer up a sacrifice of praise, surrender the words that wounded, ask God to use the incident for His Glory and remember that “He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him, and by His wounds, we are healed.” Isaiah 53:4-5
“Change my heart, oh Lord, make it ever true
Change my heart, oh Lord, may I be like You."
Abba Father, I pray Grace over hurting people and I thank You for continuing to transform my attitude, renew my mind and heal my brokenness.
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