Even When It Hurts
by: Dana Huffman
When I was in college, a writing professor returned one of my papers with some remarks that were critical and upsetting. I was living with my parents at the time, and I couldn't wait to show the paper to my father. I returned home that evening and found that my father was working the late shift. So I wrote him a note that said something like, "Dad, can you believe how this professor has criticized my work?" I left my note and my paper on the kitchen table and went to bed.
The next morning when I got up I found that my father had left me a response. There in his bold handwriting were the words "Dana, I have read your paper, and I think your professor has made some valuable comments."
"Valuable comments!" I was mad. And crushed. I fumed around the kitchen, muttering things like, "I thought you loved me!" and "Whose side are you on anyway?"
My tantrum lasted most of the morning. And then it began to fizzle out. How could I argue against my father's love? How could I question whose side he was on? On many occasions, my father had sacrificed his time to sit and help me write papers for school. Often he spent time talking with me about my future plans. He had helped me choose a college, and he was paying part of my college expenses. He was my academic cheerleader. Why would he hurt me?
Love demanded it. My father knew that if I went to school with a hard and arrogant heart I would never become the person I could be. My father knew if he hurt me for a moment he could help me for a lifetime.
You have a Heavenly Father who loves you. He is working for your good. Even when it hurts.
"Wounds from a friend can be trusted." Proverbs 27:6
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