There is almost nothing worse than being misunderstood.
To bear your heart to someone…to approach things carefully and thoughtfully…to pour out your best…to attempt to do things the right way…and then to be accused of having motives that are entirely different? That hurts.
In the past, when people did this — it infuriated me. They’d say what I did wrong. I’d cross my arms and close my heart. I’d block out what they were saying, thinking, “I know what I did. They’re wrong. I am right.”
Then, after they were done slinging stuff at me, I’d tell them all the reasons they were wrong. I’d make a whole case as to why I had ‘good motives’ in what I did.
Yesterday, a friend, approached me in a similar manner. She guessed the motives of my heart. She was wrong.
But, this time? I just listened to all she had to say. I heard it. I accepted her words. I did not reply with a personal discourse of defense. Silently, I decided, that if Jesus did not reply when face-to-face with accusers, why should I? There is no burden to.
“But Jesus made no reply, not even to a single charge–to the great amazement of the governor.” (Mt. 27:14)
Instead, I listened. Why? Because sometimes we can be blind to what we think we know about ourselves. Because sometimes, there may be a grain of truth hidden within a sea of false accusations.
I wanted to go home and pray. I wanted to hear God’s heart about it. My goal is not to prove anything to her. I don’t have to say anything. I stand before God.
In my silence, God fights for me. He fights for you too.
“The LORD will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.” (Ex. 14:14 ESV)