I never seem to be able to feel any inside healing when I’m
striving for inside healing. It seems I realize incredible healings within only
after the fact. When I look back at my life, I see some service I’ve given, some words I’ve
spoken, some just being there I’ve done, and all of them were quite literally
no big deal to me. But, in the after-the-fact, I recognize how my unplanned aid
was used for the good of another.
That is humbling because quite often I also recognize my
original motive, and, it was rarely for another…more likely, it was CYA on my
part. Recognizing that interaction helps me recall less than wonderful things
done to me. I get to refocus my first take, i.e., that there was a wrong done
me, and see it as having been God’s gift to me.
Reminds me of Joseph’s punch line after his brothers sold
him into slavery in Egypt .
He later became the Pharaoh’s aide-de-camp, and the brothers came sniveling to
him for help, apologizing for having done him dirt. His response was, “You
meant it for ill, but God meant it for good.”
There’s our shortcut when someone steps on our toes
seemingly without provocation. Remind ourselves s/he meant it for ill but God
meant it for good…then focus on passing God’s good on.
Thank You.
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