I was hurt the other day. Public humiliation (there were other non-family members present) that was truly undeserved. "Unfair", "foul", and "if only you could get a taste of your own medicine" were phrases that immediately came to mind. Then, of course, the loftier thoughts of..."I'm not going to reduce myself to that level and respond in kind". What DIDN'T happen was an immediate turning of my cheek, or forgiveness so genuine I was able to re-enter the conversation with poise, letting the wrong roll off my back like so much water off a duck. No, that didn't happen. Two nights later, I was still smarting, and knowing that I had some work to do.
I know I've already spoken of how much I love to work. Give me a nice ottoman, good book, box of Whitman's samplers, pot of tea...I could think about work all day!
However, since starting this blog, I feel a sort of accountability to try and practice what I'm writing about. So I lay there, staring at the darkness and pictured Christ's face in front of me. I didn't hear the words...but I immediately thought them..."What REALLY matters? What is MOST important?" and the answer was just as immediate..."Salvation. Redemption. Sanctification." They were achieved for me and my husband through the public spectacle of Christ's Passion. My little Passion could carry a lot of weight if joined to the great Sacrifice of Christ. My gift of unasked for forgiveness is seen by my Savior. My will to continue in love when I'm smarting from pain is not wasted in God's economy. Again...there is the hope of resurrection, and I want my husband there by my side, face shining in God's glory when our Father welcomes us home. Pray for me, unknown sisters on this path...as I pray for you.
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