Since I wrote about being offended, I thought I should write about getting over it.  I wish I could say that I made a concerted effort to not be offended, but really, it was one of those things I laid at God’s feet and asked Him to work out in my heart because I didn’t know how.  And He did.  I think I was offended for less than a day.  The sting I felt didn’t leave, but the feeling of being slighted did.

It may seem strange that I’m writing about this as though it is a novel thing, but the reality is that I don’t get offended very easily (or maybe it’s weird that I got offended at all?  I don’t know… I don’t hear much said about offenses).  As critical as I can be of others, it is rare for me to perceive anything as a personal affront.  On the flip side, though, when I am offended, a part of me wants to hold on to the offense.  I don’t like being hurt, and I tend to be afraid that forgiving and letting go will just put me in the position to be hurt again.  Hence, why it got left in God’s hands.

It can be hard to want to do the right thing, but sometimes I think wanting to want to do the right thing is enough.  Not that I would necessarily be comfortable arguing that as biblically sound…I really haven’t looked into it enough, but I think it’s fair to say that God knows our heart, as well as our weaknesses and need for His strength to carry us.  He does for us what we can’t do for ourselves.  I’m so thankful I don’t have to manage life on my own.