Her words came out of nowhere. Cold. Harsh. Hurtful. They struck hard and fast and cut straight through to the deepest roots of my hidden insecurities. I took in a deep breath and prayed for composure, I breathed out a peace only God could have given. A precious gift in this moment of tension.
Serving others can be the most incredible joy, yet it can also be the cause of our greatest hurts. But…perhaps those moments of tension scattered amidst the blessedness are there not to provoke or discourage us, but to mold us into becoming more like Jesus. For His glory and subsequently the benefit of His Kingdom.
Gods word says:
God calls us to love
As much as I’d like to separate the two, serving and loving go hand in hand. Without love, serving becomes ritualistic. An empty action with no meaning. Love is what brings serving to life, gives it eternal meaning and purpose. Love needs to be the motivation for our serving.
We can’t love God without loving what and who He loved. And so, when we know God and the extent of His love for us, that then becomes the lens through which we see others.
Believe me, I know it’s hard. Some people are definitely harder to love than others. But I also know that sometimes the person who is hard to love is me.
I stood before the woman who was speaking angry, hurtful, negative words over me, with no clue as to what I had done to deserve them. I asked God for His words. The words I didn’t have. Kind words. Loving words. He was gracious to meet me in my need.
In that moment it was so hard to love her. Not necessarily for what she was saying, but for what was happening in my heart at the time. I knew that I had a choice. To love her with Christs love. A love of forgiveness, kindness and grace, or to come back at her with my own words of offense, anger and self-righteousness.
By God’s grace I chose love.
People are broken. We are all just so broken. But this shouldn’t stop us from serving our King. Its in those moments of hurt, pain and brokenness that God is able to turn it around. He uses those moments to mold and shape us into His likeness. Whilst those moments may be painful for a short moment (or an afternoon in this case ) they carry eternal significance. They carry Kingdom significance.
How has God been molding you into His likeness? I’d love to hear about it.