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When It Hurts
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The sunshine won the battle against the dirty, loitering snow piles. My toes are cozy, my tummy is full, and I know Jesus loves me. I have so much to be grateful for, yet I’m ashamed to say what’s on my mind…
I hurt.
Not physically, thus another reason to be grateful. No, this hurt sits on my heart like a victorious Sumo wrestler daring me to, “try and make it get off.” For several complicated reasons, I cannot speak of what is wrong. I will simply say that someone I love dearly is being led down a dangerous path. My will begs to chase them down, drag them off kicking and screaming to an island where no one can hurt them.
I know better.
How do I know? That’s how I used to deal with trouble.
I’m certain many of you can relate. Remember the days when you thought keeping up with your toddler would be your personal Waterloo? I do. I never imagined there’d be a day when I could no longer control the environment to keep them safe. A day when I would be called to trust the world outside the playpen with my most cherished.
That’s just it — I don’t trust the world with my loves!
Sometimes I want to slap this crazy world into oblivion. Thank God it is not the world I have placed my…
