They say time heals—and I think this can be true—but only if healing is truly the goal.
Time grows the seeds that are planted, watered, and fertilized. Plant beauty, grow beauty. Plant thorns, grow thorns. Time will allow for either.
Let's ask the Lord to help us plant wisely.
If (in retrospect) we find out that masks were not helpful, or that they were just tools of some hoax or conspiracy. If come to find out I really am one of those “Sheeple,” I’ll still sleep real well because I’ll go to bed knowing that my motive was to love my neighbor as myself.
Healing. We can’t schedule it or hurry it up.
But when we start to see it as unfolding layers of unexpected strength & richly revealed insights, it doesn’t feel so inconvenient or unfair.
It starts to feel like the sweetest secret God ever whispered into the depth of our soul.
When I can feel an argument brewing, I have to remember my goal is to tackle the issue, not the person.
When I set out to prove I’m right, it always leads to conflict escalation. When I set out to improve the relationship, it can help lead to conflict resolution.