Sometimes people are just plain ol’ nasty.
Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty.
Someone was disgustingly horrible to my husband a few months ago, and in the process of berating him, this person decided to drag me, our children, and people we loved down the tunnel of meanness.
I don’t understand what causes people to act that way. It’s definitely an overflow of the condition of their heart, and in that respect, I pity them. But it hurts. And cuts. And stings.
What is it inside a person that makes them feel they have a right to talk to people that way?
And to top it all off….90% of the issues this person had with my husband and I were incorrect. Half-truths. One-way perspectives. My husband and I are evil people indeed, if what this person said was accurate. Thankfully, it isn’t, but unfortunately for the lingering bitterness in my soul, the truth is not something this person will ever know.
Have you been hurt? Has someone judged you with the of worst intentions, instead of giving you the benefit of the doubt? Has someone outright slandered you?
It’s not fun.
Today, when talking with a dear friend, I was reminded that the actions of others (and their words) reflect more about who they are, then the person they are attacking. Perhaps this person was having a bad day…a case of the nasties, if you will. That may be the case, but in my experience, when people with truly loving hearts say things that are irrefutably mean, there is usually an apology pretty quickly following.
Even if an apology never comes, God calls us to be kind. To pray for the people that hurt us. So hard to do sometimes. And even harder to reconcile the fact that you may never get a chance to defend yourself.
However, my advice to anyone who is dealing with a similar situation, is to tell God when it’s hard to pray. Tell Him you’re hurting and ask Him to take it away. Because I promise upon promise that God has an amazing way of granting your heart peace.
What we’ve learned from this is that God heals hearts. He is able to take away the flames of anger and replace them with smoldering ash. I hope that one day the sparks that flare when I think about those offensive words will be completely doused.
But until then, I’ll keep praying.