We encounter hurtful stuff all the time. Most the time we let is slide off and move on without much thought. What if that slide at the bottom is a pile of little things adding up like a decomposing landfill. The size of a landfill pile determines the rate that things decompose. I personally think decomposing trash is stinky and gross, I would rather not have that hanging out in my soul.
When I encounter hurt caused from an awareness of being unloved or cared for by someone more focused on themselves it rips by heart wide open. I usually am not one to just let it slide off. I want to do something about it!
It is the reason we get nasty attitudes or hard hearted. We let the piles of hurt rise or we do what I have done many times in my life and that is stitch our own hearts with needles of “never again” and threads of steel protection. Neither works very well. Thank You Papa God for being a heart mender, who stitches me back together with a needles of kindness and the threads of joy.
So how do we get over stuff like that?
Like the old hymn What a friend we have in Jesus says “ take it to the Lord in prayer.”
Psalm 34:18 the Lord is near to the broken hearted.
A friend of mine named Venus once said to me “ Girl, don’t you know that all it takes for you to become aware of being with the Lord is to close your eyes and you are with Him.
2Cor 6: 16b
For you are the temple of the living God. As God has said: “I will dwell in them and walk among them. I will be their God, and they shall be My people.”
HE IS OUR REFUGE! WE ARE HIS TEMPLE!
Sadly, we don’t close our eyes instead we keep looking to the world to love us.
Ps – nothing out there will mend you. Sit with your Papa instead. Take every little thing to Him. Keep from having a stinky pile and hard steel heart.
My daughter wrote a song that touches well on this topic. May we remember who we belong to:
I come to the quiet to hear You
my soul thirsting for You
Where can I go from Your presence? – no where
For You are everywhere present
Yet it is in the stillness
it is in the quiet that my tattered soul can hear You
I long to know You more
asking…. begging with open hands for You to pour more into my cup
Give me Your oil of gladness
Give me Your covering love
let my soul rejoice in You, Oh God
for You have given it all
I come to silence the edge of no more me
thoughts are hushed
and needs revealed
awaiting Your love and peace
Thank you for surrendering Yourself for my sin
That I might reveal Your glory in the vessel of skin
We all show the Lords glory, and we are being changed to be like him. 2 Corinthians 3:18
Make me more like You
Father make me
more like You
Let Your glory over take it all
and shine like the morning sun
Let all Your people testify
HE IS ALIVE and I AM HIS!