top of page
Search

Being hurt isn’t the problem

  • Writer: Sarah Trent
    Sarah Trent
  • Feb 5, 2023
  • 1 min read

Psalms 119:165

“Great peace have they which love thy law: and nothing shall offend them.”


Offend-stumbling block, obstacle, an idol, overthrow, faint or fall.


Has anyone ever hurt your feelings?

Me too.

A lot of times.

Actually, I’ve had my heart absolutely stomped on a few times.

And that’s a part of life.

But when you are in love with the word of God, that hurt doesn’t become a stumbling block. It doesn’t become something that weakens you or makes you faint.

It doesn’t become an idol that you worship.

Yes…we’ve all done it…we’ve continually been devoted to our hurts that we’ve worshipped it and gave it all our attention and tried our best to get everyone else to look at it and worship with us.

All because we didn’t love God’s word the way we should. His word a healing balm to the soul. His word brings peace when nothing makes sense. His word binds up the broken pieces of your heart. He is the answer.


Hurts are inevitable.

But it doesn’t have to become a stumbling block. You don’t have to let the way you’ve been done wrong make you wrong.

That’s when hurts become offenses. That’s when hurts become a problem.

If your hurt has become an obstacle, evaluate your love for the word of God.

It’s hard to fellowship with the Father and worship a hurt. You cannot serve two masters,

It’s hard to say that you love his law when you’re constantly tripping over the same stumbling block of hurt.

It’s hard for those around you to see that great peace when you’re idolizing your hurt, it’s all you talk about, it’s your identity.

Being hurt isn’t the problem.

Being offended is.

Which one are you?

 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
The Gardener

Maybe my garden isn’t barren. Maybe it’s bleeding. I knelt there again today. In the soil I’ve worked so hard to till. The same place I cried over seed packets and made promises to grow something wort

 
 
 
God never hurries

I am learning that God never hurries, even when my heart does. I rush because grief makes everything feel urgent. Because loss convinces me that time is slipping through my fingers like sand I cannot

 
 
 
I’m not behind

I keep thinking about the tomb. How He stood there, the stone still sealed, the grief still thick in the air, the finality still heavy on everyone’s breath. He knew what was coming. He knew resurrecti

 
 
 

Comments


Post: Blog2_Post
bottom of page