When we are hurt, we often feel that “someone should pay.” But Jesus would respond, “I paid.”
~Paraphrased from Anne Peterson, Christianity Today.
I don’t take the journey of forgiveness lightly. It is a treacherous road that I was personally entrusted to walk out myself, as you may have been. That journey taught me that careless advice about how to survive the most indescribable pain following what is often a life shattering experience, will harm more than help. This is sacred ground in need of empathy that comes from personal experience. Thank you Jesus, that You know this most intimately and uphold us in our pain!
I ran into a friend recently and we got to discussing the topic of fear as it related to a decision she was trying to make. This is a subject that I believe I’ve earned a PhD or some extremely high honors in! I once lived as though I was mastering the art of letting fear dictate my life decisions. This is still an ongoing struggle for me, one that I am now working to conquer and not submit to, but I want to share some things I have learned about the ever familiar nuisance of FEAR.
For the last several months, actually year and a half, joy is not something I would say has been a benchmark in my life or the life of my family. At least, by the world’s standard, “joy” has eluded us. The world’s definition of joy equates, really, to happiness. In fact, the Miriam-Webster dictionary defines it this way, “the emotion evoked by well-being, success, or good fortune or by the prospect of possessing what one desires.” I know as a Christian that happiness in this life is not my end goal, but even for Christians I think we can still get caught up in measuring our “joy” by how happy we are. Then, we may even begin to assess our walk with God, by our degree of happiness. If we are not happy, our walk must be off. Am I alone here?