Giving Weight

It was such a small, insignificant thing. You know, the kind that would totally go unnoticed if it wasn’t for… yep, that kind of thing. I fed it, and it grew huge in my mind. Why it did, I don’t know. Well, yes I do–I chose to.

thI saw this very principle play out many, many years ago when two of my kids got poison ivy.  One of them ignored it and it just went away; the other got so involved with it that it grew and grew and she wound up in the ER. Yes, I had seen the lesson–what you look at grows. But I did not listen.

At the end of the day, I despised him. The small, insignificant thing had reached ridiculous proportions, and I allowed it to infuse my heart with unhealthy thoughts. I eventually snapped and said things I regretted right away. But they were out there, the words, and they had cut deep.

Because when I put weight on the wrong thing, holding on to what I should quickly let go, it leaves a disgusting taste in my heart. And eventually, it comes out of my mouth. And it is very, very vile.

My heart, it always comes out of my mouth, one way or another.

I purposefully hurt him, this man God gave me, the person I love most in life. The one who wouldn’t hesitate to suffer on my behalf.

My husband did not retaliate. His choice was to refuse to give weight to the attack. And mine was to refuse letting the small, insignificant thing be weightless.

He gave weight to what always matters. And I gave weight to what doesn’t.

After all was said and done, after forgiveness washed my heart and restored me to sanity, the lesson still stands, and I must accept it, swallow it, make it mine–what I look at grows. And what I stare at, that’s what I give weight to.

May I stare at the face of Jesus.

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11 comments

  1. Gosh, do I know what you mean. I have done that before and it is awful. I just kept on focusing on the “offense” I saw and it grew until I “blew”. Not pretty and pretty awful to act like that. I try to remember it when I feel myself getting “all riled” up.

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  2. This post struck a post with me since a few days ago I too hurt the kindest man I know on this earth. My unkind words came all to quickly and his silence while I spoke them tore me up. Thanks God he accept my sorry.

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  3. May we all stare at the face of Jesus and give weight to what glorifies Him and not us. I love how you described this as giving weight to things and yes it is so easy for this to be the wrong things. I loved reading this post to day and I’m visiting you from #TellHisStory

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  4. Ouch, yes we wonder where that came from, then we know it was due to harboring an offence (real or imagined) and allowing it to grow and fester. My mother once told me that words will be remembered well after they are forgiven. It is good to put a watch over our mouth and to WALK in forgiveness. Thanks for sharing with us here at Tell me a Story. – – and I understand.

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  5. Oh, yes, I’ve been there. THIS –> “Because when I put weight on the wrong thing, holding on to what I should quickly let go, it leaves a disgusting taste in my heart.” I totally get that. I’m grateful for God’s grace and the fact he doesn’t leave me the same. Thanks for linking up at #ThreeWordWednesday.

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  6. Oh, I’ve done this so many times too. 😦 I just can’t leave well enough alone, and pick, pick, pick, until it gets ugly enough to make me stop. Make I stare at the face of Jesus too! Thanks, Barbara.

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