I hate offense. I hate when people take themselves too seriously and they get offended easily. And I really hate when I get offended. I strive for and pray for grace to ‘live unoffendable’… this probably isn’t attainable this side of heaven but it’s something to aim for.
This weekend, someone said something to me that hit me a tad wrong… and, boom, there is was, I was offended. I was hurt. I felt my defenses go up. I found my mind fill up with negative thoughts towards this person. Putting blame, finding fault, accusation and criticism at it’s finest. And I. hated. it.
I hated every part of this offense creeping into my heart. I didn’t want to be offended. I didn’t want to feel hurt… especially by such a minor incident with someone I actually really respect and love. But over the next 20 minutes or so, I couldn’t get a grip on my thoughts and feelings.
So, I began to offer it up. I couldn’t talk myself out of being offended but I know the One who can. A negative thought would hit me – I would offer it up. Letting God replace the lies that were accusing and criticizing of the other person with the truth of who they really were. They hadn’t meant to respond to me in a way that would hurt me. They didn’t have ill feelings towards me. These things were the truth, not the ugly things my mind (or more accurately, the Enemy) was telling me.
It took a bit of time that morning, but the Lord did it. He took away my offense. Healed my hurt. Destroyed the lies. As I offered up my offense to Him, He replaced it with a restored heart of love towards the other person.
***This is Day 29 of “31 Days of Offering Up” – part of the #write31days challenge. To read all the posts in order, please visit the overview page.***