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wounded hearts

This weekend God spoke to my heart through my housemates, and through some ideas from Dr. Dan B.Allender and his book The wounded Heart, it was about the truth of a people who are wounded, and out of our wound we wound others.

Part of our story of redemption is the wounds we have suffered, or inflicted along the way. To avoid the truth of those wounds, is to not tell the whole story of grace, and it doesn't allow us to be real with one another, or heal. As Christ's people lets be a people who really enters into the wounds that have been inflicted by the sin in our world with one another. Let's listen to each others real stories, and enter in with our brothers and sisters. I think that God has called us to that, I think this, because he entered into the pain of this world with us in the life of Jesus Christ.

Thank you father for your presents all the time, thank you. Amen.

Comments

Anonymous said…
yes... thank you Jesus for your presents... I enjoy receiving presents from you, too, wrapped up in red gift wrap with a ribbon around!!!

and I also like your PRESENCE!!!

;o)

love you, Liana!!!
Anonymous said…
but seriously... this is a very good point... it's very true. when we are hurt, we consciously or unconsciously at times pass that hurt on to others. We need to be open, honest, and vulnerable to God, others and ourselves concerning our hurt, so that we may be healed of it, and so that we won't cause harm to others anymore... and then actually be a COMFORT and source of healing to others that might have been hurt or are hurting!

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