We’ve All Got Bruises.

Posted by Emily Cummins

8db21789c8a87a4b53067f3a65143f76I vividly remember a conversation I had with a friend a little over a year ago as if it was yesterday. He asked me a question that took me off guard and brought a surge of memories, relationships, feelings and fears to the surface…memories that I try to forget.

We were working on a project, and my friend asked how a tough situation in my past had affected me. I stumbled around for a second, trying to find the right words to say. “I, I don’t know,” I stuttered.  Over the next few milliseconds, my brain froze. Do I tell this new person deep, raw information about myself, my fears? Or just put on my game face, sweep it under the rug, and give the answers people usually want to hear? Before I could hesitate any longer, I leapt.

“No, I do know. I do know how it affected me.” In many ways, that particular tough situation still does affect me to my core, shaking the contents of my heart and brain around like building blocks in a dryer. Loud and uncomfortable. Painful. That’s why I don’t let myself bring it to the surface. I trick myself into believing that the deeper I bury the reality of how I was affected, I will protect myself. That, however, only does more internal damage.

That initial question trailed into a full-blown, 30-minute conversation that felt more like a wrestling match inside my head. What this person was asking me about required me to reveal my true thoughts…something I’m often not willing to do.

“So, what sets you off?” my friend asked.

“Not knowing where I stand with people,” I replied.

“What do you mean?”

Over the past seven years, I’ve lived in a season of change. Good, frustrating, annoying, humiliating, scary change. In this season, I have really, really struggled with trusting, loving and forgiving people. And, if we’re honest, in ministry this is really hard. One minute, people love you and the next you’re out like last year’s fashion wondering what went wrong. Through that, I adopted an unhealthy coping method attempting to protect myself by building walls around my heart, not opening up honestly to people, masking my emotions with my “game face,” and constantly living with the feeling of walking on a tight rope, afraid that it will snap at any given point.

Truth is, we’ve all got bruises.

Every person that has been woven into the story of my life was written in for a reason. It may have only been for a chapter, or even just a page, but they were written into my story. Sometimes I don’t like why their character was suddenly pulled out of my life or the situation surrounding it. And there are times when I just seriously want other characters erased forever from my memory. But those lives that have intersected with mine are significant. They have bruises too.

“How do you let people know where you stand with them?”

That question threw me back. I had honestly never thought about it before. I’m often so consumed with how people treat me, figuring out their agenda, or deciding if they’re honest or not, that I miss what I’m communicating to them–and ultimately myself. I miss the fact that I’m not being honest either, wearing my mask like I’m living in some gaudy masquerade ball, hiding my feelings because I’m too afraid that if I’m honest I’ll just get burned like every other time I’ve opened up.

After our conversation, I struggled, letting questions tumble around in my head: did I answer the questions the right way? Should I have answered differently? Does my friend think I’m a total loser when it comes to the people department? I mean, I work in a church! Shouldn’t I be a pro at dealing with people?

I grabbed my car keys, started the ignition, and began to drive home, questions still shaking around in my brain like animated iPhone apps. When the radio came on, the first lyrics to reach my ears were these sweet words: “These bruises make for better conversation, loses the vibe that separates. It’s good to let you in again. You’re not alone in how you’ve been. Everybody loses–we all got bruises.”

My story is significant and worth more than shoving down the drain. Yes, I’ve been bruised. But so have the people who have bruised me. It’s time to let people in again. Breathe in. Breathe in and out again. I’m pretty sick of always putting on my “game face” and trying to hide my story, my past–it just took taking a leap and answering really hard questions as rawly as I could to see that. 

In ministry, we’re going to get bruised. We’re going to experience deep hurt and pain. We experience the tough stuff of life with people because we’re choosing to be a lighthouse, pointing to ultimate hope in Jesus Christ. We can’t ignore the hard things of life that the people around us are carrying. They’re bruised. I’m bruised. You’re bruised. And in order to discover true healing, we have to journey through the pain towards the radical grace of God.

To my friend, keep the tough questions coming. We’ve all got bruises.

How are you journeying through the tough stuff this week? Maybe it’s sharing your story with a friend over coffee. Or perhaps it’s journaling. Maybe it’s seeking counseling. Perhaps it’s asking someone you’ve hurt for forgiveness…or maybe it’s forgiving someone else. What does that look like for you this week?

4 thoughts on “We’ve All Got Bruises.

  1. Statia

    This post is so timely for me. I have just come through the most difficult and bruising season of ministry yet. I find myself questioning everything and everyone. Trust is hard to find. But it has also been a sweet time of drawing close to God in new ways and feeling His affirmation in my life. I am bruised but bruises heal. Let the healing begin.

  2. Lauren Nance

    In finding this blog after a desperate search for support I am dealing with my bruises by asking complete strangers, yet brothers and sisters in Christ, for somethings I deeply need. God’s answer to my need is wise counsel. So, I am seeking and will find. I am asking so I can have. I believe the answer will come soon and my bruises will truly begin to heal. Thank you for this post.

  3. Natalia Blondet

    Thank you for this honest article. As a woman Bible teacher, my character is often under microscope. I am grateful for our Lord’s unending love and grace. Also, for my husband’s wise counsel and caring, listening heart. This article is wonderful. Thank you for sharing and reminding us all to continue to open our hearts and that with God we will continue to heal. Blessings.

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