Unintentional Hurts

This article is different than other any other articles I’ve written in the past. Normally, I am at home relaxed. I have finished my devotions, prayed and meditated, and then I will sit down and write my thoughts. Often my husband is waiting on me to finish. He wants a year or two supply, but I can barely stay current.

But I am writing this article from the hospital. I need to let you know that, because by the time you read this, my hope is that this experience will be just a memory. Sickness is an awful experience, but I know that God can work it out for good.

My left arm looks like I’m just getting over the chicken pox. My right arm has been swollen and sore for over a week because of goofed up IV’s, and missed needle sticks.

I realize that the medical staff had no intentions of injuring me in any way. They did not plan on giving me medication that I could not handle, causing me to bleed internally from throwing up, or giving me a blood infection. If it were up to my doctors, I would have been home a long time ago. But it’s been over two months, and I’m still in the hospital. They never intended to inconvenience me in any way, but it still happened.

The things that happened to me were the result of unintentional hurts. When you hurt someone or someone hurts you, even though it’s unintentional, it still hurts. The words we speak in a moment of rage hurts. Even though it wasn’t meant to, it rips a dip hole in our soul. We should always be mindful to let no corrupt communication proceed out of our mouth, but that which is good to the use id edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers Ephesians 4:29.

I know that sometimes we speak before we think. But the words we use to hurt must be inside of us; otherwise they would not come out. Many times we are tired and overworked, and we lack the self-control that we would normally have. But the wounds that we unintentionally create will require the same treatment that intentional wounds require. Sometimes long term intensive care and rehab is needed.

I have five daughters, a husband, a youth ministry and a host of other jobs that need my attention. During school season, I go from sun up to sun down. I don’t have time for this. But I had to stop and make adjustments because of unintentional hurts.

I have some scars and pains, but it could be worse. This is nothing like Paul in prison or John on Patmos. It’s nothing compared to the stripes that Jesus bore for my healing. Just knowing that He has already suffered on my behalf gives me the courage to keep the faith and expect to come out victorious.