The Wounds We Give

No one Heals themselves
by wounding another.

We all cry.  Life can be scary or painful or just plain miserable, but at one point or another, we all get hurt.  It is easy to want to lash out at someone else, to want to hurt them like you have been hurt.  I have found in my life, that the more I try and hurt someone else, the more miserable I am.  The friends that become enemies, the tears in the night, the ache in my heart, have all taught me that I will never heal myself by hurting anyone else.  
I love the story of the Prodigal Son.  I love the fact that the father had TWO sons.   Both needed forgiveness and blessings.  One experienced poverty, deprivation and despair.  The other experienced jealousy and envy.  Both received the blessings and love that we needed.  
This life is not about a competition.  If I make it to heaven, it doesn't mean that you won't.  If you make it, it doesn't mean that I can't.  Our Heavenly Father loves us all.  He wants us to return to him.  He cares for us individually.  He knows our hearts, and our pain.  He has "engraven you upon the palms of His hands".  

 "Brothers and sisters, I testify that no one of us is less treasured or cherished of God than another. I testify that He loves each of us—insecurities, anxieties, self-image, and all. He doesn’t measure our talents or our looks; He doesn’t measure our professions or our possessions. He cheers on every runner, calling out that the race is against sin, not against each other. I know that if we will be faithful, there is a perfectly tailored robe of righteousness ready and waiting for everyone, “robes … made … white in the blood of the Lamb.” Jeffery R. Holland