Last week, I got my feelings hurt. I mean really hurt. Surprisingly, I didn’t lash out, I didn’t try to defend myself, I just took the words and walked with them for a little while. That night I lay in bed thinking about how hurt I was. By the prompting of the Holy Spirit, I remembered that I could take that pain I was feeling and unite it to the pain Christ felt on the cross. And something truly miraculous happened. My burden of sadness, rejection, and hurt was lifted from me. In its place, God gave me compassion, gratitude, and love. Compassion for the person who hurt me, gratitude for Christ’s incredible mercy and love to get up the next day and take care of the people God has placed in my life.
I had a real understanding of my own sinfulness and faults. It wasn’t a beating up of myself, but an acknowledgment that I–we–are all capable of hurting one another.
I was overcome with gratitude for the incredible mercy God has shown me in sending His Son to die for me on the cross. Even though I am capable of hurting others, and will continue to fail, God decided I was worth something. I had value, and Jesus died so that I could have a relationship with Him.
His love regenerated my heart. He renewed my strength and my purpose. He gave me the ability to forgive as I have been forgiven so that I could love as He loves–without conditions.
What I had experienced was His amazing grace. He is truly a mighty God, and I am so thankful for His grace. I would be nothing without it, without Him.
God bless you all,
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