I say look to Jesus
they say, “Why didn’t you say this?”
I don’t understand the nitpicking.
The pulling apart and fits.
It seems what is said the most
isn’t what is gleaned.
Instead, it’s the small parts
and implications in-between.
My flesh wants me to retaliate.
Validation whispers into my ear.
“They should apologize! They were wrong!”
Darkness beckons to draw near.
I cry out with frustrations,
and the Lord just takes my hand.
“Child, it’s not about who is right.
It’s My Son, I want you to understand.”
I think of my responses.
What can I say to answer back?
But then I feel reigns pulling me in,
“Now is not the time to talk back.”
I dig into His words
and clutch His truth with my hands.
Letting go of my desires and burdens,
it’s become easier to stand.
How can I reach others
amidst confusion and their own hurt?
How can I point to Jesus,
instead of defending my “self-worth”?
There will always be room to grow.
And yes, I can be wrong.
I need to stop reacting begrudgingly,
and be ready to learn a new song.