Talk to me, Abba.

Sometimes I feel that I am hanging by a thread. The negativity of this life is suffocating. The very people who should encourage you and lift you up into the light are the ones that drag you down. It is hard not to take offense at the hurt perpetuated against us by our loved ones. Even when we know that the offending party is unhealthy or incapable of sharing tender, life-giving words, the sting is still there. That sting must be dealt with so that the bitterness does not drive a wedge between us and those who need an example of Christlike love. This includes those who are supposed to be the example themselves. Don't be fooled or shocked by the bad behavior of Christians. We are to live this life as sinners saved by grace offering it to others.

I know that these hurts must be addressed. The heart of the thing must be put to rest. God can give us clarity on the time. He can give us the measure of grace we need.

Abba, do you see my hurt?

He clearly sees. He reminds us of our tears that He keeps in a bottle. 

Jesus, let me be kind. Keep harsh words far from me.


Jane Sample said…
You and Denbigh and family have made such a difference in our lives. I cannot tell you how often I think of you all and pray for you. God Bless.

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