Love Covers All

When you are overwhelmed…Love covers.

When “IT” overwhelms you….that broken record of what happened…when the pain and sorrow from the situations of life, the backstabbing, the mistreatment, replay like a broken record in your mind, there is help for your worn out emotions. Cry out to Jesus to take away the painful memories. He understands! He was a man of sorrows. He was acquainted with grief. He died on the cross for your emotional healing. 

Pray like this: “Jesus, I can’t handle my feelings. I forgive as an act of my will. Please help me forget the hurt. Take these feelings away.”

You might need to pray this every hour. Jesus said we are to forgive, even seventy times seven times per day. That’s 490 times in one day we might have to confront the broken record of our memories. Every time you cry out to Him, He will hear you and help you.

The days will go by as you get help from Jesus for the transgressions against you until one day you will realize that several hours have gone by and you have not thought about “IT”. Then a day and then several days will go by until finally it fades into the background and does not consume your life anymore.

 

Hatred stirs up dissension, but love covers all transgressions. (Prov 10:12)

Rehearse your troubles to God only.

{Streams in the Desert ~ Mrs. Charles Cowman}
Not long ago I read in a paper a bit of personal experience from a precious child of God, and it made such an impression upon me that I record it here. She wrote:
“I found myself one midnight wholly sleepless as the surges of a cruel injustice swept over me, and the love which covers seemed to have crept out of my heart. Then I cried to God in an agony for the power to obey His injunction, ’Love covereth.’
“Immediately the Spirit began to work in me the power that brought about the forgetfulness.
Mentally I dug a grave. Deliberately I threw up the earth until the excavation was deep.
Sorrowfully I lowered into it the thing which wounded me. Quickly I shoveled in the clods.
Over the mound I carefully laid the green sods. Then I covered it with white roses and forget-me-nots, and quickly walked away. Sweet sleep came. The wound which had been so nearly deadly was healed without a scar, and I know not today what caused my grief.”

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