Where It Hurts The Most

I’ll wager you’ve never been hurt before. So I wrote this for myself. Funny how everyone wants to broadcast when everything is going right but when there’s pain and struggle, we’d rather not tell anyone. We’d rather keep things to ourselves, a secret. And it’s expected. We were beings created for God’s glory but rather we chose to hide. Everyone hides. Everyone has on a disguise. And it started from the very day we noticed that we were made naked. Naked wasn’t good enough for Adam and Eve and it’s not for us either. Hence the hide and seek games we play with God.

Strangely enough, the Bible is a book about hurts and pain. Beg to differ? The sole climatic event in the 66 books that come together which we accept today and call a Bible involves perhaps the greatest amount of pain a human being has endured- the crucifixion: a painful, humiliating trial and death on a cross. Crucifixion strips you. First of all, you are stripped naked. Second of all, your comfort is stripped away and pain replaces every iota of well-being in your body. Now I’m going to stop using you’s and we’s and simply focus on me.

I know what it feels like to hurt (duh. Everyone does. But I’ll speak for myself because that’s what I know best). I’ve had my heart broken, I’ve been disappointed by family and I’ve had my fair share of academic failure. In these times of destitution and pain, how have I dealt? I’ve cried. I’ve also talked to people. But I read a verse from the book of Daniel that struck me. It said that “no manner of hurt was found upon him, because he believed in his God.” I liked it immediately. “No manner” means no form, no type, no amount, not even a little bit. And then I thought about my life, asked myself if I could say the same. I couldn’t. But why? The answer lay clearly before me- because I didn’t believe. John 14:1 says “Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.” And in that one verse, Jesus is telling us that we need not ever hurt again. We need not let her our hearts ever be troubled. We must only believe.

Naw, you say. It sounds too simple. But let’s run our minds through every tiny occurrence that troubled our hearts. We’ll find unbelief and fear mixed with that anxiety. I’ll do mine. So what if when he broke my heart, I could believe that God would give me someone who could love me better? Someone who would do everything he could to make me happy and never hurt me? What if when my father disappointed me, I could believe in my Heavenly father? Who loved me beyond comparison and who sent His only begotten son to die for me? What if when I failed academically, I could believe that God would still put me in high places and prosper me? That He could give me favor to grant me access to places my grades would never take me on their own? What if I could believe? Very simply, I want to dare you to relax. To read this over again and take a deep breath. To lay everything that’s troubling your heart down. It’s a lion’s den, it’s a fiery furnace, it’s the belly of a whale, it’s the Red Sea, it’s an army of enemies but here’s the thing, He will not allow your foot to be moved. He who keeps you will not slumber, behold He who keeps you shall neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is your keeper. Simple words. But so true. So necessary for us to meditate on. He doesn’t take us out of the den, but He keeps the lion’s mouth shut. There will be arrows by day and snares by night, but none will hurt us. The answer is not in throwing a tantrum and fussing and crying. No more. Hold your peace. You’ll be relieved, the moment you begin to believe. So honey, don’t wait. Just do it.

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