All of us were, have been, are, and will be. Hurt. Wounded. Broken. Family, friends, acquaintances, the unknown, or enemies... sooner or later. Anyone can hurt and get hurt. I've been praying and reflecting on this very notion and I thought that this cannot be the end, that this cannot be the status quo... that we cannot remain like this - i.e. hurt(ing).
How shall we then live? How shall we than avoid all of that? As I was sitting quietly in the awful presence of God a thought came to my mind. The wounds of past can heal our present as well as future. As I'm reflecting on some past wounds, I'm reminded how these have shaped my character and how my present responses to these crises would be so much different. Not because of me, not because of my "ability to learn." Because of him; the gracious Father, who allows all of this to happen for our learning and consequently - for his glory.
I hate being hurt, I fear all pain; however, I love my God and I will follow him. May you, dear faithful reader, also be encouraged in your time of pain. The better day is to come.
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Amen
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