Can you behave right when someone treats you wrong? It’s hard, isn’t it? We feel hurt, and when we’re hurt, we feel the impulse to either retaliate or run in the other direction.
But there is a way—a biblical and better way—to behave right when someone treats you wrong. And the reason you want to behave right isn’t necessarily because the other person deserves it, but because you inherit a blessing when you do.
A few days after an ordinary Valentine’s Day, Cindy Beall’s life changed forever. She listened with disbelief to her husband’s confession of a pornography addiction, numerous affairs, and the startling news that a woman was pregnant with his child.
How in the world do you rebuild trust when your marriage is shattered?
Friend, I’ve got to start right off by telling you my favorite quote from today’s conversation. It’s this: “We may not always see God right the wrong. He is more concerned with making us right within the wrong.”
We’ve all felt betrayed at some point in our lives and it sure does hurt. Betrayal has the potential to destroy our trust in people and dismantle our faith in God. It can leave us wounded and feeling powerless to move on. And, often, forgiveness and healing can take a lifetime.
Our body language tells our secrets even when we think we’ve got them all under wraps! For example, body language experts say that when women feel shame, they may become small in posture by slouching or turning away. They may avert their eyes, kind of like a baby covering her own eyes and imagining she’s hiding. The experts describe the body language of shame as an attempt to be invisible or an effort to hide.
Wishing she was invisible? Longing to hide? That has to be exactly how the woman who had been caught in adultery felt when she stood before Jesus.
The first words from a first born baby are just the best, aren’t they?
Our first child’s first word was… wait for it… wait for it… ball!
Yep, not original, but, girl, I wrote it down in the baby book, called my mom and was so excited I could have started a blog dedicated to his brilliance.
Then, he added words, but only a few. He called my husband “Dadda” and he could also say “up” when he wanted out of his crib.
