It’s said that “Hurt people, hurt people”.
And it’s true-often in my own pain I lash out and hurt others. Partly because my pain is so huge and so real and so blinding that I don’t always see what I’m doing to others.
But also, sometimes, (and I hate to admit it!) because misery loves company. If I’M hurting then someone else better hurt too!
That’s not the high road.
And it’s not the road Jesus paved with His blood.
I need to take my brokenness to Him. Because truth told, He’s really the only one that can minister true healing.
When I use my pain-even the unfathomably great pain of child loss-as an excuse for bad behavior all I do is spread the hurt.
It doesn’t take one bit of my own away.
So I try to be more mindful of when discomfort authors my words and stop them before they pour from my mouth on some unsuspecting victim.
I want my legacy to be love.
It’s a daily choice.