Serendipitous Thoughts by Sugar Bear
"The Voice That Affliction Cannot Silence"
Affliction has a way of filling the air like a flood — the noise of hurt, disappointment, and misunderstanding can be deafening. It drowns out reason, drowns out encouragement, drowns out every earthly voice that tries to reach me.
One word can carry more weight than a hundred sentences. Recently, that word was "hate" — spoken toward me in a way that cut me in half. It echoed long after it was said, threatening to define me if I let it.
While I process before I proceed, I remind myself of this amazing grace I’ve been given — and that it’s not about me. My story is not ultimately about the hurt I’ve received, but about what the King has done for me. That’s the story of the cross: mercy in place of judgment, life in place of death, and victory where the world saw defeat.
I’ve sat in a pew before, still carrying fresh wounds from the many weeks — words spoken that cut, silences that stung. My heart felt like it had no room for hope. Then the first chords of a hymn rose, and a single word caught my ear: redeem.
Something happened in that moment. My mind remembers:
“Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law…” (Galatians 3:13).
My soul recalls: “The LORD redeems the life of his servants; none of those who take refuge in him will be condemned” (Psalm 34:22).
The hurt doesn’t vanish instantly, but it loses its grip. The eternal voice — steady, unchanging — rises above the storm.
Affliction tells me I’m forgotten. Hate says I’m unworthy. Redemption tells me I’m bought with a price. The cross declares: It is finished.
Prayer: Lord, in the flood of affliction and the sting of hateful words, let Your eternal voice be the loudest sound in my soul. Let the word redeem take root in my heart, until my hurt bows to Your hope. Amen.
God bless you and this ministry—and don’t keep this light to yourself. Share it with a friend, a relative, or someone in need. The world is hungry for hope; pass it on.”
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