Things Our Hearts Forget: You’re Human

Heart to Heart with Holley Gerth

Things Our Hearts Forget: You’re Human

I yank my arm back from the stove with a yelp. “Ow!” A thin pink line slips across my forearm. Sliding muffins into the oven, I’d gotten a little too close. I seek the sink and run cold water on the heat. A few tears flow too.

As I stand there, I think back over words spoken that slashed across my heart just like the heat of the oven. That place within me still feels tender. I berate myself, “Why am I so sensitive?”

I glance back at my arm and suddenly I’m thankful for sensitivity. Without it, the burn would have been much worse. And without the sensitivity of my heart, a relationship I value could have been more deeply damaged too.

Never apologize for your sensitivity.

But don’t abuse it either. Being burned didn’t mean I should kick the dog or destroy the stove. It didn’t give me the right to light a match and go after the next person who crossed my path so they could have a little smoke in their day too.

We need to let ourselves cry, feel the anger, recognize that we’ve been burned. It’s the way we keep ourselves alive to all that’s around us. First we feel, then we heal.

I hold a muffin in my hand. Its soothing warmth reaches all the way to my fingertips, to somewhere deep inside.

To be human means to get hurt, to be burned by people we thought loved us. It is not a sin to feel emotions. Emotions are like a red flag that goes up warning us of something good or bad. BUT…this is where we all have a choice what to do with them. These emotions hit our brain and this brings us to a fork in the road. It is here we can either choose to go down the wrong path of sin, which is feeding the flesh to satisfy ourselves, or we can choose the right path, to refrain from what we know is wrong. To choose to stay bitter is saying we don’t want to get better. This bitterness is like a poison that will spread and slowly kill. The truth is, we are all human, we all get hurt and we all hurt others, sometimes without trying to. But to make the choice to let it go, give it to God and heal is something totally up to us. We can not put the responsibility of someone making us happy on anyone. It is impossible! No one can validate our happiness our unhappiness. That is something that only we can choose for ourselves. It took me nearly 13 years to realize this and as I released my ex husband from this responsibility, there is now no more animosity towards him. I can say he is now a good friend and we now have a new appreciation for one another. Without the Grace of God, none of this would ever have been possible. My human bitterness would have eaten me up alive.

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