One day I dug a little
And put my hurt inside.
I thought that I could just forget
I’d put it there to hide.
But that little hurt
began to grow.
I covered it every day.
I couldn’t leave it and go on;
It seemed the price I had to pay.
My joy was gone, my
heart was sad,
Pain was all I knew.
My wounded soul enveloped me;
Loving seemed too hard to do.
One day, while standing
by my hole,
I cried to God above,
And said, “If You are really there-
They say You’re a God of love!”
And just like that He
was right there,
And just put His arms around me.
He wiped my tears, His hurting child,
There was no safer place to be.
I told Him all about my
I opened up my heart.
He listened to each and every word,
To every sordid part.
I dug down deep and got
I brushed the dirt away,
And placed it in the Master’s hand,
And healing came that day.
He took the blackness of
And set my sprit free.
Something beautiful began to grow.
Where the hurt used to be.
And when I look at what
Out of my tears and pain,
I remember to give my hurts to Him
And never bury them again.
It takes divine,
supernatural grace to forgive and to let God heal us when we’ve been hurt.
Our human tendencies to take things into our own hands make us
want to punish the offending person, or to at least make them feel what they
have done to us, if we have been hurt.
taught us to pray, “Forgive us, as we forgive those who have trespassed against
us,” and without His help, we can’t even pray that prayer. But God can give us
the grace to not only forgive, but also to forget.
With His help we can
let things go, drop them, truly leave them behind and never bring them up again.
This is divine,
supernatural, all-encompassing love the kind only Christ can give. He has it for
By Tim Pedrosa
A grudge is a
heavy thing to carry.
is not forgetting; it is letting go of the hurt.