Jellyfish
The other day I was stung by a jelly fish. It hurt, a lot. I am not recovered yet even though it was a few days ago.
This, of course, was a figurative jellyfish, and the wounds are not physical, but hurt just as much. The words came from someone they shouldn’t have. Someone who should build me up, not tear me down. I don’t think she MEANT to be mean, but she was, and it hurt just the same. It hurt more, because I can’t be angry, just sad.
My husband was stung as well, and he REALLY didn’t deserve it. He is loving and kind and helpful and talented and people should tell him that. People should KNOW him.
So I hurt from my own wounds and hurt from his. It is the first time I have been stung by this jellyfish, and I don’t like it. My reaction is to curl into a ball and never visit this person again. Never speak to them or write them letters/emails or invite them over.
But I will. I will because my reaction to being slapped on the cheek has to be to turn and give them the other. It’s HARD. VERY hard. And I am sad to say that I do it with contempt. I haven’t mastered true love (in a biblical sense). I am learning. But I thank God that he has given me the strength to see this person despite what they’ve done to me, and to love this person despite how they’ve hurt me.
I thank him that he has taught me not only something about myself, but also about them. I hope that one day I might be able to do something to help them to stop stinging people like they do. Because they are hurt themselves.
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