“Behold, I give you the authority to trample on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall by any means hurt you.” Luke 10:19
Hurt hurts! I learned that the hard way. One of the toughest seasons for me began when I noticed this scripture several years back. What I thought was a great revelation for me to be able to share in a teaching atmosphere turned out to be preparation for what I would endure. Actually, I believe it was the Lord prompting me to prepare for what was to come and instead I was preparing a message. In the end I was the one who learned the lesson when all of hell raged against me to prove that I was no match for my adversary…that I had no authority.
My heart was broken after two very special people passed away back to back and I had barely recovered when an all out assault against me began by people who were considered my “friends”…my “sisters,” people I had opened my home to and with whom I shared myself, my family. You know, the enemy strikes most times when we are at our weakest point. I was hurt, then shocked, then offended, then irritated, then angry, then bitter, then hardened, then unforgiving, then withdrawn, then silent. I saw each step of this hideous chain reaction unfold in my life, unraveling my purpose, threatening to choke the life out of me…I had the notes for this process; was prepared to teach on how to guard against living this process and here I was smack dab in it. It took a year to climb out of that hole. The irritating part was that I had a heads up and ignored it.
I sought Godly counsel, I confronted the offenders (once I was able to do so in love, of course) and I forgave them. I may have lost the battle, but I refused to waste another minute and lose the war. I stepped into my authority as a believer and used the word as my weapon…to live again, to love again!! One day my sister asked me if I had gotten over that time and whether I had really forgiven those involved and I told her I thought I had. I measured that response by the fact that I could be in their presence and not want to spit, so of course I had forgiven, but now that she brought it up I was wondering again. I guess not wanting to spit was not good enough so I asked the Lord to show me whether I had really forgiven and the answer came . He’ll answer if you ask, you know. I learned that a good way to measure when hurt has healed is when you can talk about it and it no longer hurts or elicits any other unhealthy emotion; when your experience can become a lesson by which someone else can heal.
I learned that while we are healing if we continue to discuss the issue and rehearse the hurt, it takes longer to heal, to forgive, etc. When I no longer talked about it to garner sympathy and I finally stuck a fork in it, I found myself taking back the authority I had given the enemy. I knew not to run from the situation or those involved so I stayed put until the Lord released me, once the lesson was learned to move forward and away to begin again.
Hurt hurts…but He heals!
Praying for those who have experienced hurt..that you would allow the healer of the broken hearted to do a work in every area that has been breached by the enemy; that you would stand in the midst of the hurt and release the Word of God over your situation; that you would seek Godly counsel who would encourage you, agree in prayer with you; that you would forgive those who have come against you so that you too would be released and propelled into your destiny in Jesus’ name..Amen and so be it now!