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Let the work be greater than your wound

  • Writer: Sarah Trent
    Sarah Trent
  • Aug 25, 2024
  • 2 min read

Nehemiah 4:6

“So built we the wall; and all the wall was joined together unto the half thereof: for the people had a mind to work.”


The people had a mind to work.

It didn’t matter who was working alongside them. It didn’t matter if they were close, it didn’t matter if they disliked them.

The work was greater than their wounds.

The work was greater than how they felt.

The work was greater than differences in personality, differences in opinions, differences in ways of doing things.

The work was greater.

They couldn’t pick and choose who they worked beside. And they had to be ready to defend that individual, working beside them, no matter who it was. The one working beside them may have wounded them in the past, still the work ranked greater. The one beside them may have had a personality they didn’t like, still the work ranked greater. The one beside them may not understand the depths of the things they’ve walked through, but the work ranked greater than the wound. The person beside them may have had an opinion that didn’t make much sense, but the TRUTH of the matter was that the work ranked greater.

Don’t allow your wound to be greater to you than your work. Don’t allow your wound to keep you from what the Lord has called you to do.

That wall was their protection.

If one person would’ve chosen their wound over the wall, it would’ve left them ALL exposed.

Don’t let your wounds, wound others.

Being wounded isn’t a problem.

But allowing the wound to dictate your work, IS.

Let the work be greater than your wound.

Build the wall.

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