A Cross to Bear
Being misunderstood can feel like a cross to bear. When
wounded, people have found art, poetry, and music as avenues of
statement. Even when our heart gets ripped, as others judge
things not understood, God understands. There's comfort in
knowing God is never blinded to our need, which offers wondrous
things to share.
Sometimes, as we seek comfort in others, God allows them to
fail because He wants to be that special person in our lives.
Knowing such doesn't immediately eliminate struggles of
emotional abandonment. We're glad God loves us. We just want
another to care besides Him.
Once realized that none loves like God, He becomes appreciated
in newfound ways. Then, we're ready to share with others ... "Do
you know how special that is? Of all the people in the world,
God choose you to reach down and love." He says, "You are so
special to me. Would you let me be your friend?"
When people's response to us is, "No, I don't want to be
friends," that hurts. Seldom do we consider how God feels when
we say, "No," to Him.
We're created in God's image. Whatever we long for, He does
too. He desires not yours, but you ... someone to walk and talk
with, listening to His inner most thoughts as well as hearing
yours.
Once realizing God's heart is like ours, we begin to avoid
noticing outward appearances ~ to see needs of other's hearts.
Only then, can we start to love like Him.