It hurts when we feel wronged.
When we want to scream “FOUL!” and cry and say, “but…” and “how could they?” and “I am so hurt.” You want to fight. It stinks. And it feels unfair. But just like I am a mess and if you peeked into my heart you’d see all kinds of ugliness and lies and wounds, others are kind of a mess as well. It’s why we need grace; it’s why we need to extend grace.
Oh it is HARD!
But a heart is a funny thing and it beats out hurt disguised as something else: anger, shame, toughness.
Lord please help me to get out of myself long enough to remember the heart sickness we all have – sin. Help me see my own sin…help me assume the best about others. Help me to remember your wild, amazing grace and all the ugly that it covers because of your blood.
“You have heard that it was said to those of old, ‘You shall not murder; and whoever murders will be liable to judgment.’ But I say to you that everyone who is angry with his brother will be liable to judgment; whoever insults his brother will be liable to the council; and whoever says, ‘You fool!’ will be liable to the hell of fire. So if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there before the altar and go. First be reconciled to your brother, and then come and offer your gift.” Matthew 5:21-24