Yesterday I had a client write my boss and praise me. Work is busy and I did not spend time glowing about it. But it was nice that he acknowledged my work and I smiled. Yesterday evening his partner wrote about how I did everything wrong. I got the date wrong, the name wrong, the content wrong, the cc wrong. The fact is I did not but I am not sure he is interested in that. He was way more interested in tearing me up.
This morning at church during our lords table comments, Rudy Morrow began reading Max Lucado's parable of the Wemmicks. It is about how the good stuff and the bad stuff sticks to us and we wear it only because we put value on it. The value we need to have is how our maker feels about us. And He loves us and just wants us to come to him and talk about our hurts and struggles.
So it was like a parable. One person likes you, another does not. Has more to do with them than me. Yes its painful but I can't let it stick. God knows my heart and I am trying as hard as I can. But His grace is sufficient for what I lack. Wow
DKU
2 comments:
hmmm...i do like that story.
it is sad when we place value in the negative things people say about us, enough to allow them to stick. and eat away at us.
missed you over the retreat weekend...but it was nice that we could enjoy your poem. thanks for sharing it.
I think the negative of this world rubs on us and does eat away at us whether we see it, acknowledge i tor not. It was just an amazing thing to hear this story on this day when I was wrestling with the very thing. I missed the retreat and want to hear all your poems!
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