We all walk around in our bubbles, living out acts which add up to make our lives. We bump into things and get bruises. The bubbles rarely protect us and when we are rejected, our bubbles burst, our guards crumble, and we are left deflated and exposed. It hurts. We cry in pain both physically and emotionally.
It is at these moments when we realize that in our lowest of lows, we can find strength. In our tumbled world with the broken and shattered pieces of our lives, we are exposed by the transparent facade of protection in the bubbles where we live. Through this exposure, we can find a joyous moment. We can find a moment that holds the strength to be humbled by our happenings and receive grace for what we have been given. Why? It is because we are loved.
It is hard when a friend within your world can be the one to burst your bubble. Nothing leaves you feeling more violated than to have a loved one turn around and walk away. Nothing can make you feel more heart broken than a friend who has turned heartless. Yet, here we are broken, walked out on, betrayed, burst, busted and crumbled in a shattered world. Even better, here we are in a “loved by the Almighty” puzzle piece solver. We are as a shattered piece in a stained glass window and our creator is ready to make us a beautiful masterpiece. Here we should be deeply loyal, never leaving the giver of life.
It is hard to find compassion in the midst of hurt. It is hard to find love in the midst of being humbled. It is hard to have silence, not speaking the last word while having a fight. In the midst of this, we must find solace in His grace, in His mercy, and in His love. He hung on a cross so someone else may have the last word because my life…will be never ending. It will be eternal. Though I am so undeserving of Heaven, Christ will make me to be in one piece, unscrambled and uncrumbled.
So, I am speechless. Silently, I consider this. I am surrounded with love. I am standing straight in the strength which is given to me and inspired not by “the last word” but by the Holy Word which matters far more than any worldly conversation.
John 6:68b “Lord, whom shall we go? YOU have the WORDs of eternal life.”
His word can speak to us every day; other’s words should matter little. Are you broken and crumbled? Has your bubble been burst? Have you been in an altercation which makes you want to have the last word? In the end, God has the final word and we can thank Him for that faithful promise which can change the way we live our lives and the way we behave.
By: Elizabeth Norton of Love is Time
(1st photo credit to: tutorial9.net)
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Dawn Sandomeno says
Well written Elizabeth – I am proud of you!
Thanks Dawn says
Thanks Dawn. Life teaches us lessons and learning to respond and handle yourself is such a journey. I feel I am turning in my life of relearning what really what matters.
Holley Gerth says
So glad that even when our bubble bursts we’re still surrounded by His love. I thought of this verse, “He surrounds as with His favor as with a shield.” Thanks for being here with us today and sharing from your heart, Elizabeth!
willowsprite says
I needed this right now. How did you know? 🙂
Thanks.
Stacey says
I think it was Tozer who said, “we are too easily wounded”. If we truly believed His Word, you are right, the words of others that are meant to harm us would not matter very much!
May we hide His Word in our hearts as the source of real protection against the darts the enemy throws our way!
Thanks for sharing today!
Glenda says
Yes, God has spoken the same truths to me. I don’t have to have the last word, and neither does the one who might hurt me. Praise God, He has the Last word and it is a wonderful truth to grab hold to…and know that He works it all for good and breathes His character into our lives when we let Him have the last Word.
I am loved, I am loved. I can risk loving you, for the One who knows me best, loves me most. I am loved, you are loved. Won’t you please take my hand. We are free to love each other, we are loved. (words to song by Gaithers)
We are loved,
Glenda