Why do words cut so deep? Hurt so bad? Suck the life right out of me? Make me cry?
Why do I let them is a better question. Especially when I know they aren’t true.
I am stuck, and I hate that. At least that is how I am feeling this minute. I’m sure that will change when I have the opportunity to get alone with God and talk things over with Him. He is my calm, my anchor, the lover of my soul. The One who feels my pain and saves each tear I cry.
He is the One who tells me who I really am. The One who loves me unconditionally…always…no matter what…no matter that I let others define me for a second.
He is the One who will help me forgive.
“the God of the mount of transfiguration cannot cease His work of transfiguring moments…making all that is dark, evil, empty…into that which is all light, grace, full.” (Ann Voskamp)
I trust that all things work for the refining of “me”; and I praise Him in this pain.