The power in every word...it’s so much deeper than my initial observation. Quickly I was reminded when I’ve felt betrayed-relationships, work, whatever the case may be—how have I responded? “Well, you’re probably gonna be the last to get your feet washed, betraying sorry friend.” I would wash their feet, because I’m supposed to, begrudgingly to the nth degree, smiling on the outside, judging on the inside. After I finish washing the traitor's feet, I would feel better, and I would be glad I took the time to wash, serve. And I would repent. But what is the lesson here?
During our lives we will be betrayed, it’s just a fact. There will be big and small betrayals, monetary betrayals, relationships. I’ve learned and continue to learn, let it go. Love. Love out of a pure heart. Serve. God takes care of the rest, every single time.
Am I happy when someone is paid their due recompense? Most assuredly not. Mercy doesn’t allow me, most of the time, to rejoice in another’s discipline.
Because we forgive, doesn’t mean a betrayal didn’t occur, and trust was lost, but we leave judgement and vengeance to the one who truly knows motivations behind every person's decision. Good, bad, and ugly. We may, and should be more careful, but never stop loving.
Never, ever, will we be betrayed as Jesus was betrayed.
Jesus, sweet Jesus, thank you for your example.
I need this every day.
Move on. Trust He’s got this.
Love.
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