Today’s Journal: 6/16/16

Today, outside my window…it’s very warm. Sunny and bright. Birds are chirping away. Today, I am thinking…about Father’s Day, what I have coming up next week, and what I need to get done right now. Today, I am thankful for…my husband’s compassion and Hannah’s new job. Today, I am reading…“Spiritual Warfare: Christians, Demonization, and Deliverance,” by Dr. Karl I. Payne; and the Book of Ezekial. Today, I am working onas much as I can, but nowhere near enough. Today, I am wishing…I hadn’t injured myself on Tueday, and that I feel better tomorrow. Today, I am praying for…men and women who are on the verge of losing it all. Today, I am meditating on…Proverbs 31.

 

 

Dandelion Roots

I started blogging almost ten years ago on Xanga, and thanks to Steven I ended up on my old blog today.  Looking through old posts, I found one I thought I would share. This was first published on May 27, 2013.


I began to weed my garden.

Last summer I did a tiny bit of container gardening, and in the autumn planted some mums in the ground. That was a big deal for me. I’ve always thought I had two black thumbs, but after my little successes last summer, I am expanding my horizons.

So, I started to weed the flower beds beside the house.    I like to weed. It is slow work for me, but with every weed I pull I imagine what I can plant in its place. I’m not very ambitious, and know very little about growing, but there’s a lot to like about being in the garden. It’s very satisfying.

Well, it was very satisfying, until I took my eyes off the nice, black plot I had just cleared. That happened on my second day. I stood up and admired my hard work, but as I turned to take my tools back to the shed I noticed all the weeds that still remained. I went from the thrill of victory to the agony of defeat in two seconds flat. I thought to myself, “This will take me all summer to finish. Maybe, I shouldn’t even bother.”

“Don’t meditate on the weeds.”

I looked again at the plot of cleared soil, and back at the weeds. I noticed that as soon as I looked back at the freshly turned earth, I felt good. When I looked at the weeds, I became discouraged all over again.

In that moment, the Lord spoke to my heart.

You see, He’s been doing some weeding in me these days. He’s shown me some things that have to go, and it hasn’t been easy. In fact, I was being pretty resistant. Why me, God? What about them/him/her? Why are you picking on me?  I felt overwhelmed by what He was asking, because all I was looking at was me.

I am ashamed to confess this, but I fought hard to hold onto my anger. It was like a dandelion root that doesn’t only go down into the earth, but shoots out on either side and becomes a long chain of weeds that quickly dominate any plot of ground. That’s what my anger did. It took over.  Until that moment in the garden, when the Lord showed me I was focusing on the wrong person. Instead of keeping my eyes on me, I have to keep my eyes on Him.

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I have a long way to go.

When I look at the patch I’ve finished, I catch a glimpse of wildflowers and daisies. A tomato plant, or cucumber vine. I can see the potential for something beautiful and fruitful growing there, instead of just weeds. It’s going to take a lot of time, and I may not have the success of my dreams, but I’m inspired to try.

The Lord gives me a vision for myself, too. He gives me a glimpse of my potential. I see myself being patient, long-suffering,  gentle. I see Caroline dying to herself, and humility rising up. I have hope for me, so long as I’m willing to keep letting Him do the work He wants to do. I have to be willing to yield, and let Him take the whole thing, roots and all. It isn’t fun and games, but when I consider the potential, becoming that woman He has called me to be, pleasing in His site, useful in His hands, a light in the darkness to draw others to new life in Him—well, the thought is so exciting, how can I not surrender once again?

My garden and I are both works in progress, and I have more hope for me than I do for it, but we’ll see what comes up!

Peony Dreams

I once upon a time dreamed of growing flowers for my daughter’s wedding bouquet. 

I found two potted peonies on sale—more than 50% off! I knew Hannah wanted peonies in her bouquet, so I bought them.

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July 2015

I imagined them growing and producing beautiful blooms just in time for her wedding—in May, 2016. As we know, she was married in December of 2015. In New England. It was a warm Autumn, but none the less, none of my home-grown flowers survived until December to grace her bouquet.

That was OK. I knew that dream really was more fantasy and fairy tale, than realistic goal. I did however, still dream of having peonies in my garden. Oh! Just the thought made my head spin. I still had those two bushes, forgotten since her wedding date changed. I could still try to grow peonies, couldn’t I? We put them in the ground. I had absolutlely no idea what to expect.

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September 2015

We planted them on either side of the sunflowers, in the Kitchen Window Flower Bed. They are hard to see in this photo, but that is just as well. They did not look happy. In fact, they both became covered in mildew, and over the winter died away. They completely disappeared. They were gone for good.  Or, so I thought.

This Spring, Doug came in from the yard one day and announced the peonies were back. I didn’t believe him at all! There were two areas of growth in the same place the peony bushes had once been, but I was sure they were weeds. Those plants were dead and buried, but I still went out immediately to check for myself. This is what I found:

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April 29, 2016

I have never seen a peony growing, so to me it looked some kind of alien life form. I wasn’t convinced. Doug stood his ground. A couple of weeks later, they began to look like the real deal.

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The peonies have exceeded my wildest dreams. They’re amazing flowers! I photograph their progress almost daily. I lose myself in those layers of petals—I’m just a little jealous of that ant. Here is a random selection of some favorite shots.

 

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It’s still hard for me to believe there are peonies growing in my yard. Honestly, they are a dream come true. My Kitchen Window Flower Bed is a dream come true, too. God is good! I am so grateful to Him for His creation, and His generosity. He does things so well, so bountifully!

“I will sing to the Lord because He has blessed me so richly.” Psalm 13:6, TLB

 

Indulge Her!

Indulge is a good word with a bad reputation.

Indulge
verb,
in·dulge \in-ˈdəlj\
1: to allow (yourself) to have or do something as a special pleasure
2: to allow (someone) to have or do something even though it may not be proper, healthy, appropriate, etc.
3: to patiently allow (someone) to do or say something
Source: Merriam-Webster’s Learner’s Dictionary

It’s that second definition that causes trouble. We don’t indulge in what is ungodly—there’s no good in that.  However, there’s no harm in “patiently allowing someone to say or do something”, or allowing yourself or someone else “to have or do something as a special pleasure.”

Let me give you a little example.

I lovelovelove the flowers that come up in the yard every Spring—from the little violets to the daffodils to the random crocus and iris. They are little surprises. And, this year, because we had almost no snow, there were many, many surprises!

When it came time to mow the lawn (the Saxophone Player has decided to undertake this himself this year, kudos to him), guess what he did? He indulged his crazy wife’s passion for wildflowers. He mowed right around those mystery plants that had popped up in the middle of the yard, just because I thought they might be flowers. Well, yesterday, one of them bloomed!

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It didn’t cost Doug any money or much effort to indulge my curiosity, but it did bring me great joy to see those flowers today. I just kept thinking about how sweet my husband was to do that for me, and it got me thinking of other ways he has indulged my whims. I felt so grateful for him.

Gentlemen, I challenge you: indulge her!

Think about something she’s talked about that you didn’t really pay much attention to at first. Maybe, she’s talked about going on a picnic, or she’s concerned about your health and wants you to see a doctor, or she’s always wanted a blue front door. Maybe, she really wants a flowerbed outside her kitchen window (me, last year), or needs a few minutes to finish her blog post, before starting supper (me, right now). Why not indulge her a little?

Afterall, fellas, don’t you indulge in her? You indulge in her beauty, in her womanhood, in her devotion, in her forgiveness, in her mercy, in her prayers, in her faithfulness, in her patience—and, on and on!

Look at the example God gives us. King Ahasuerus’ wife, Queen Esther, came to him with an unusal series of requests. What was his response? Pure indulgence!
“What is your petition, Queen Esther? What do you wish? Whatever it is, I will give it to you, even if it is half of my kingdom!” (Esther 7:1, TLB)

Her husband had no idea what she would ask of him, but he had determined to indulge her, whatever she asked. He indulged her persistence, he indulged her inquiries, he indulged her invitations, and finally he indulged her deepest concerns and convictions.

The beauty of this story, though, is that his indulging her was ultimately for his own good. He came out the winner.

Even from this distance, I can hear the naysayers. I can hear the men who are talking to their screen right now, saying, “Oh, yeah? Well, what about Eve? Adam indulged her request, and look what happened there!” Remember what I said up top: we do not indulge what is ungodly. Adam knew not to take of that fruit.

Let’s get back to Ahasuerus and Esther. Read the Book of Esther for yourself, if you think I’m wrong. There are other biblical examples I could share, but I really think Esther and her king are the ultimate proof of my theory: indulging your wife makes a better life!

So, take my challenge. Indulge her!
  • Indulge her whimsy.
  • Indulge her imagination.
  • Indulge her curiousity.
  • Indulge her concerns.
  • Indulge her talents.
  • Indulge her passions.
  • Indulge her preferences.

At least, a little.  It doesn’t have to cost you much, but it will pay off big dividends for you in the end. Trust me. You’ll be glad you did. Make it a habit, and you can make history, too.

He Is Even For Despicable Me

This has been a hard day.

A hard day, following a brutal weekend. It has not been an easy season for us in the ministry. Either the Enemy is bringing out the heavy artillery, or we are really just failing the Lord. Our heart aches for people we love. We continue to put it all in the Lord’s hands, but it’s not an easy time. It is a terrible thing to think you have made it harder for someone you were supposed to be helping.

And, honestly, we’re tired. It has been a hard season. Personal challenges and ministry challenges aren’t weighed separately. They are measured on the same scale. When someone calls at 1:30 in the morning, in full-blown crisis, you don’t tell them, “I’m sorry, but I’ve had a very long day, I have an early morning, and I’m actually really sick.” Well, I think it’s kind of caught up to us.

And, today was especially hard.

After Doug left for his meeting, I decided to go out and plant sunflowers. Now, there is a problem with planting sunflowers. The only place in our yard where they will get enough sun is on the opposite side of the house from the water spigot. That means I need a very long hose to water. I have a watering can, but the rosette is not very delicate. It disrupts those little seeds. Plus, as they grow they will need more water. Hauling water by the bucketful isn’t very appealing. So, I’ve procrastinated. Daily, I think about how much we will enjoy those sunflowers, but planting sunflowers means hauling out the 50-foot hose to make a 75-foot hose. Where am I going to put 75 feet of unruly garden hose? Plus, “someone” had hung the hose up above my head in the shed. I’m tall, but it was going to be a pain to get down. I don’t know how I got it up there!

But, I was in a mood. I was feeling defiant! 

I was just frustrated enough after the day’s events. So, I yanked and pulled and wrestled. I hooked-up and dragged and conquered. I collected my seeds and discovered my trowel was broken. Never mind! I’ll find something else to use! I was not to be defeated. I might be weary, but I won’t quit! I don’t care about the hardships, disappointments, or failures. It hurts, and I hate it, but I’m going to keep planting!

As I came around the shed, loaded down with all my goods, I sensed the Holy Spirit telling me to look up. It was quick. I almost ignored Him. I didn’t want to look up—it has been a hang-your-head kinda day—but was it the kind of day to disobey the Lord? Never.

So, I looked up, in every direction, beyond the roof line of my neighbors’ homes. I started to cry.

For Me Sky

“For you,” the Lord spoke into my spirit.

We all love a bright, blue sky with puffy, white clouds. I know that sky is a gift for anyone who sees it. But, the Lord knows my particular weakness for a Maxfield Parrish sky. Oh! He knows my heart!

Today, I needed to know that. I needed to know He knows my heart. I needed to know that He as not far from me. I have let people down. I have failed badly. Yet, I am still loved by the One I have failed most. I don’t know how He loves any of us so much, but I needed to be reminded that He does.

I guess I was outside about half-an-hour (long enough to listen to this sermon), and as I came inside I kept hearing this phrase:  He knows our every weakness. I could hear it as a song lyric, but I’m not one of those people who remembers song titles and I’m notorious for getting lyrics wrong. So, I went to Google. I thought the voice in my headed sounded like Kari Jobe. That made it easier to find the song, which was good, because I totally had the lyric wrong.

Well, I almost cannot believe how perfectly that song spoke to what the Lord had done for me that evening. Do you know the kindness of God? He is very kind. I am very grateful. I cannot believe how much He loves despicable me.

I don’t know what you are going through today, but if you feel kinda awful today, or like you have totally failed the Lord, I hope you will know that He is just a cry for help away. Don’t let the Devil trample your faith. Don’t let the Enemy win the battle. The war isn’t over, and I seriously do not know how we are going to make it through, but today He kept me. I am confidant that tomorrow He will keep me, too.

You Scream, I Scream…Um, guys, we all really need to stop.

 “A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.” (Proverbs 15:1, KJV)

“A gentle answer turns away wrath, but harsh words cause quarrels.”
(Proverbs 15:1, TLB)

A soft and gentle and thoughtful answer turns away wrath,
But harsh and painful and careless words stir up anger.”
(Proverbs 15:1, Amp.)

A gentle response defuses anger, but a sharp tongue kindles a temper-fire.” (Proverbs 15:1, MSG)

For Movie Lovers

I love movies. Don’t get me started.

One of my favorite childhood memories is staying up late on Friday night with my sisters to watch old movies on TV.  We’d gather our pillows and blankets and sit as close to the TV as possible, so we could keep the volume as low as possible in order to wake-up our parents.

If we could manage to stay awake,  there were usually three movies worth watching between few channels we had to pick from—back in the day. There was never anything objectionable, either. They didn’t show that kind of stuff of TV back then.

Nowadays, it’s very different. I still love movies, but they are often rather offensive.  Even movies with a PG-rating use words and images I don’t like. It’s so disappointing. I don’t want to sit down for a pleasant evening with my husband and be exposed to things that I have to repent for later.

Well , we have discovered something new and awesome: VidAngel. It’s AMAZING! I love it! You have total control over what you see, so that you can decide for yourself which words or images need to go. I love the selection, the price, and—most of all—not having to hear the Lord’s name in vain. Or, seeing people do things on my TV screen, that I’d never want to watch them do in real life.

It is also really easy to use, and movies are only $1.

Now, I am sharing this awesome service for three reasons: I believe it’s great, I believe we need to protect ourselves and our children, and if five folks sign-up we can earn a year of free movies.  That would be pretty cool, right? Conversely, anyone who signs up has the chance to earn free movies, too.  There is deadline, though. So, you have to act fast. This is the link to click: https://www.vidangel.com?vip=5vv6kcyi

For your own sake, though, I hope you’ll sign-up. I was hesitant to sign-up for something new, that no one I knew used, but this video is convinced me to go for it. It depicted exactly how I felt, every time I heard certain things. I thought, “Wow, if I can protect myself, why shouldn’t I try it out?? And, of course, there are the images. I think words hit me the way the images hit the Saxophone Player, so for his sake it seemed like a no-brainer. (Of course, neither of us need to hear or see any of that stuff.)

Well, I am off to hear the Saxophone Player actually play the saxophone, so I better get going. I will close with a little video I secretly recorded of his practicing scales.

 

Knowing God’s Will

I would like to introduce you to my Mother.

There’s much I can say about Rev. Stella Lucille Mosqueda, but I will just share the quality I respected most: my Mother was a woman who feared the Lord.

From the time she was a young child, her one desire was to serve Him.  She battled the same demons we all face today, but she would let nothing hinder her from obeying Him and doing His will. Nothing. Not poverty, not pride, not fear, not grief, not sickness, not anything.

My Mother’s last year on earth was very difficult. Lots of health challenges, with many visits to doctors and emergency room; several stays in hospitals and rehabs.  One day, during a rehab visit in March 2012, we started to talk about spiritual things. I realized our conversation was something special, so I turned on my camera and began recording. The video below is a portion of that particular conversation.

As the video begins, I have just asked my Mother about  knowing God’s will.

POST SCRIPT
Knowing God’s will is one of the things Christians desire most, but have the hardest time discerning, because we are not willing to do the work of seeking Him and waiting at His feet until He answers. We often get impatient or allow fear to rule us. We get up and leave before He can answer.

Of course, sometimes we get an answer, but we don’t like what He has to say. We pretend we didn’t hear Him, or we find a way to justify doing what we really want.  Then, our life gets so complicated and hard and frustrating that we start to ask questions like, “Why did God let that happen? Why did He do that to me?” Stepping outside of God’s will is never going to go well for us, but if we are willing to wait on Him and obey when He answers, we will walk in His peace and blessing. That is a very good place to be, my friends!

Remember:  God’s will is not a mystery or a game. He does not hide it from us. However, if we are not walking in obedience now—to what He has already told us to do—why would He tell us more? We’ve already rejected His will through our disobedience.

Yet, God still desires that we know His will, because He still desires that we do it! If you have been seeking God for His will, but feel like He isn’t speaking to you, I encourage you to invite the Holy Spirit to search your heart. Repent, and put your spiritual house is order.

“Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts: and see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.” (Psalm 139:23-24, KJV)

Wanting God’s will means being willing to follow Him.
Following Him means being willing to know Him.
Knowing Him means being willing to give Him time.

What does that mean? It means giving our time to the reading and study of His Word, and giving our time to our secret prayer closet. If we cannot give God our time, we should not expect Him to give us His will.

Friends, I pray the Lord bless and keep you, and I pray you will all know the peace that comes from being in His will. Much love!

Purple Rain

I am sure that if I watched it today, I would be a little horrified.

However, when I was 18-years-old, the movie “Purple Rain” was heart-wrenching and life-changing. It was pure passion—for justice, for creativity, and for self-expression. A boy, whose face I cannot even recall, took me to a movie theater is Los Cerritos to see it. The theater was jam-packed. I sat upright the whole time, completely captivated. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen.

I admit I did not understand a lot of what was happening, and those are probably the parts that would horrify me now, but at the time I saw goodness and heart and commitment. I saw something I had never seen on screen before: an uncompromising artist.

After the movie, I was exhilarated. This is what I wanted: to make movies that moved people. To live without compromise and do what I was created to do. Prince was uncompromising and passionate to the nth degree, and I deeply admired him.

My faceless date? He was unmoved, and I never went out with him, again. From that day on,  a person’s response to “Purple Rain” became a litmus test for me. “Did you like ‘Purple Rain’?” Honestly, I never met anyone who matched my enthusiasm. It’s lonely being an emo kid.

Yet, a couple years later I did meet someone. We were working  together at Kinko’s Copies, and one day Prince came up in conversation. At almost the same time we asked each other:

“Did you like ‘Purple Rain’?”

So, that is why I sometimes says Prince brought me and my husband together.  He was a much bigger fan than I was, but the only person who ever matched my effusive love for a little movie from the ’80s. While Prince always held a spot in our hearts, we did move away from his music many moons ago. The pursuit of God ultimately became our shared passion. Thank You, Jesus, for that.

I am so sorry to hear of Prince’s death today. I think this little video tells a great story of his passion for music and art. I will always admire that.

What an Apology Isn’t

Bad things happen.

People make mistakes. Say the wrong thing. Do the wrong thing. React and act out. It just happens. No one is always perfectly behaved, and sometimes our actions hurt other people.

When our actions hurt others, and there is a breech in relationship, repairing that breech and restoring the relationship need to be a top priority. One of the first steps we should take is issuing an apology.

Simple enough, right? We go to the offended party, admit our wrong doing, acknowledge the hurt we have caused, and say we are sorry.

If we are Jesus people, and our offense was sinful, we must also repent to the Lord. That is an absolute must, as our sinfulness also created a breech between us and God.

Still sounds easy, yes?

Well, not always. Repentance is pretty easy, but apologizing right can be hard.

DO YOU KNOW SELFISH SAM?
Sometimes, we are in relationships with people like Selfish Sam. Selfish Sam isn’t a bad guy. At least, he says he wants to be good. Yet, he isn’t really ready or willing or able to either recognize his wrong doing, or acknowledge how his offense has hurt another person’s feelings. People like Selfish Sam seem to think they inhabit a bubble, where their selfish or thoughtless actions only touch themselves.

Or, maybe they think everyone else is made of stone,  with no feelings at all.

I recently witnessed an apology from someone a lot like Selfish Sam, and it spurred this post. His apology  sounded a little like this: “I’m sorry, but there’s only so much I can take of her staring out a window crying. How am I supposed to put up with that?”

Yeah, I was horrified, too.

He went on to to say, “I always apologize. And, I always have a reason why I’m angry, and why I do the things I do.”

Did I mention how self-righteous he was about having an excuse for his wicked behavior? It was painful to watch this display of selfishness and arrogance, without saying something I might regret.

My tongue has almost recovered.

SAYING SORRY
      “How else am I supposed to react, when he does that?”
      “I know I am wrong, but he’s wrong, too!”
“I’m sorry, but she just makes me so mad!”

      “I’m sorry, but it’s not my fault.”
“I can’t help myself.”

When I hear these kinds of apologies, I know I’m listening to someone who still doesn’t get it. They are still not taking responsibility for their own behavior, and until we can own that, we aren’t apologizing well. We are acting like immature babies.

This is what an apology isn’t:

  • An apology is never an excuse for wrongdoing.
  • An apology is never an opportunity to point out someone else’s faults.
  • An apology is never an accomplishment or a reason to boast.

It is going to take time for an immature person to understand that their actions aren’t all about them. Some folks lack empathy, and really cannot see how their behavior impacts others.

In those cases, if a person is really sorry, give them credit for that. It’s an important step.  They may not understand the depth of hurt they have caused someone else, but that’s our opportunity to help them grow into more mature and caring people (Proverbs 27:17).

Note to Remember: our goal should be restoration in any relationship that has suffered a breech. That is not always possible, or profitable, but when it is, it is a responsibility of both parties. Always be willing to do your part.

 A LITTLE EMPATHY GOES A LONG WAY
Sympathy is important. It shows we care that something bad has happened to someone; and it definitely has its place. However, not when we are the offender. The last thing offended an party wants is our pity. The last thing they need is for us to feel sorry for them. They want us to understand the seriousness of what we have done, and do something to show it won’t happen again.

The best way to do that is through empathy.

Empathy is identifying with another person’s feelings. It takes a measure of selflessness to do that, because we have to let our guard down. We have to be willing to suspend our preconceived notions and let go of our own perceptions. We have to be willing to accept that the other person’s point of view is 100% valid.

There may be some errors in their understanding of what happened, and they may be reacting in a bigger way than they should, but an apology is not the time to judge whether or not a person’s reaction is immature or if their point of view and how they feel is 100% fair or right. Explain yourself, correct the facts. In a relationship, there will be time to work those things out.

Saying we are sorry for what we did wrong is good, but understanding how the other person feels—as if the offense had happened to us, but instead of being us, we are them—is so important.  This is not easy to do, but it helps us take responsibility for what we have done, and works to not only preserve our relationship, but strengthens the bond we share with the person we have done wrong.

The mark of a good apology is one that convinces the wounded party that their feelings are more important than the feelings of the offender. A good apology acknowledges that the other person was hurt, taken for granted, misused, or ignored.

Let me give you an example…

A brother steals his little sister’s favorite doll and uses it to play astronaut. He straps the doll to a rocket and fires it up. The doll falls back to earth in the neighborhood pond. She is lost forever, and the sister believes her doll has suffered a terrible death, and that she has forever lost her best friend.

Being older and wiser, the brother knows dolls do not die. He also knows that his sister will have many best friends in life, and a doll cannot really be a best friend anyway. His temptation is to discount her emotional reaction, because he recognizes it is immature and incorrect. He apologizes for taking the doll without permission and losing the doll in the pond, but he doesn’t acknowledge that his selfishness and poor judgment have caused her tremendous heartache. He just sees her doll as something that be easily replaced. Why should she be so upset? 

This is a lack of empathy. When we are saying to ourselves, or others, that they shouldn’t be so upset, that it wasn’t that bad, or they’re overreacting, we are showing a lack of empathy. The brother doesn’t empathize with his sister’s feelings. He is judging her feelings as invalid, and therefore not putting her feelings first. From his point of view, it was just an inexpensive toy. He does not acknowledge the impact of his actions on her personally. Consequently, he has not gotten to know his sister better, he has not repaired the breech in their relationship, he has not helped restore trust, and has he not learned to be more sensitive to the feelings of others.

What has he learned? Not to launch his rockets near the pond.

ARE YOU THE OFFENDED, OR THE OFFENDER?
In such cases, where a nominal apology has been given, it will seem that all is back to normal. After all, the offender apologized, and the offended has forgiven.

Yet, under the surface there is still an unsettled feeling, and try though they might, the offended is finding it hard to trust the offender, again.  The breech was not repaired. The relationship has been left vulnerable. The next offense, no matter how minor, will bring more destructive. The breech will widen, and it will be harder and harder for that relationship to survive—especially as a healthy relationship.

This is why it is so important for us to learn to apologize in a meaningful and effective way, to be sure we have shown our sincere concern for the other’s feelings. We can only do that through an honest expression of empathy.

You may be reading this is and saying to yourself, “This is ridiculous! I don’t need someone to empathize with me, or understand my feelings. People need to get over it!”

That might work for you, but it might not work for the person you’ve hurt, offended, misused, or taken for granted.

Ask yourself this: do you end up losing more relationships than you keep? Do you find yourself often blaming others for failing you, or forcing you out of their life? I encourage you to allow the Holy Spirit to search your heart. It may be that you are putting your own feelings before the feelings of others, and never realized it. It may not be intentional, but a reaction to your own unresolved heartache and mistreatment. The Holy Spirit can heal that hurt, if we will trust Him with it.

On the other hand…are you reading this and thinking about a wrong apology you have received, or a wrong doing you have suffered? Are your trying to cope with hurt feelings that just don’t seem to heal? Does it seem that you are the only one who can recognize the breech in a relationship?  Do you feel resentment or anger or heartache over a long-awaited apology that still hasn’t arrived?

I want to urge you to go to consider Matthew 5:9, where the Lord calls us to be peacemakers. Partner that passage with Matthew 18:15-17, which instructs the one who is offended to go to the offender.  Your temptation may be to believe the person who owes you an apology also has the responsibility to come to you, but the Bible shows us it works both ways. If you are sitting on an offense, you have an obligation to tell the person. How can it be right to allow that breech to sit unattended, growing wider by the day? Is that being a peacemaker?

Whether it is an unacknowledged offense, or an apology that just didn’t hit the spot, so to speak, go to your brother or sister. Don’t hesitate! “Hey, I know you apologized, but I’m still struggling with this. My feelings were really hurt, and it doesn’t seem like you even care about me.” If they’re clueless, clue them in: “You probably don’t realize it, but when you did/said that, it really made me feel bad.” As I mentioned above, our goal should be restoration in any relationship that has suffered a breech—whether we are responsible for the breech, to not.

Folks, let’s not hold grudges, or give place in our heart to bitterness. Let’s give people a chance to do the right thing. And, let’s do it ourselves. Be quick to acknowledge hurt we have caused, and quick to show empathy and offer sincere apologies. This will absolutely require being willing to take down some walls, or at least open some doors, to share with the other our hurt, or to acknowledge our failure. In either case, it is ultimately pride that will hinder such intimacy.

Yet, such intimacy can bring abundant rewards. While some relationships will not survive an offense, I believe that if we repair these breeches with healthy apologies and forgiveness, a relationship can prosper in spite of even numerous offenses. Even in a very dark, a place that has perhaps been dormant for years, the light of truth can bring forth new life. And, I believe this because it is my testimony. It is my own story.

I hope and pray you will find something here that ministers to you.

God bless you all!

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