Hope’s Confession

It felt ugly and sent me into several days of discouragement. A verbal attack — probably not intentional. But to be my authentic self, I must admit it hurt.

Bible swirling among letters and loose pages

The words questioned my blogging skills, criticized word count and focus, suggested that another direction would be more effective, violated several of the blogging rules I espouse.

Constructive criticism? Possibly. But spoken without any encouragement or positive phrases. The confrontive words, “You need to…” at the beginning of each sentence.

Worse — the attack was not written where I could ponder each word and form my response. But verbal and quick so I had no time to recover and respond. Not even a chance to defend myself.

So I texted my son, “Pray for me. I need a hug.”

“Certainly,” came his immediate reply. He invited me to eat with him at Cracker Barrel that evening — the obvious place for comfort food. Fried apples. Hashbrown casserole. Thick meatloaf dripping with warm catsup.

I reviewed what had happened that day. Sometimes just verbalizing an experience helps us work through it. To find some point of learning in the criticism, some intent in the phrasing. And some sense of what to do about the situation.

Then I spent an hour with my journal, writing it out. Because that is how I process the experiences of my life — in the written word. The same format that brought the attack.

Two more days passed as I processed what had been said. Thought more about it. Prayed for wisdom in how to respond, how to learn from it. Nothing would change the fact that it happened.

But how should I react, as a writer who is also a Jesus follower? A writer who hopes my words and phrases inspire and encourage? What direction should I take?

With more journaling and more inward scrutiny, I discovered an ugly seed hiding within the heart of my passionate words. Pride whispered, “You’ve been blogging for years. You’ve taught other writers how to blog, and you know all the tools and techniques. You teach at writers conferences, and you have 2000+ followers on your blog, for cryin’ out loud! How dare this person attack you when you have such credibility?”


In the posture of the repentant, I knelt by my bed and honestly confronted the source. “I don’t like this hurt, God, but I admit the pride that has been wounded. I confess that sour germ to you and ask that you help me not to let it fester or cause bitterness. I do not want to be ugly back to this person. I want to learn how to be a better writer, to continue to inspire and encourage as well as inform. I admit the pain, but I want to learn from it.”

Confession does not automatically heal a wound. But it sets us in the right direction for purity of heart and growth of the soul.

The pure in heart shall see God.” The ultimate on my bucket list.

So as I write and obey this directive, I focus on the hope that pours from my passion. I vow to not run from the truth but to delete the pride that deceives and confuses.

Hopefully, the words that erupt will then be more acceptable — in the marketplace and in my soul.

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13 thoughts on “Hope’s Confession”

  1. Rebecca,

    I am touched by your transparency. I LOVE what you said… “Confession does not automatically heal a wound. But it sets us in the right direction for purity of heart and growth of the soul.” I am thankful that the Holy Spirit will tell us what we need to work on…. Even when it’s not easy! BLESSINGS to YOU! Deb

  2. I’m sorry for your pain. I am grateful for the hope you see in it. My pain is different in origin, yet I, too, see the Lord shaping me into His likeness in and through it.

  3. Pamela Parker Kenagy

    Sending you an affirmative hug! I LUV LUV LUV every word you write, and how you write it….from your heart and pouring out your soul! I am sorry you are experiencing this very uncomfortable situation. Unfortunately, we generally never know what else is going on in someone’s life when they cho0se to “critique us” in a manner that is less than uplifting nor encouraging. Perhaps you were the “person at hand” and caught the fallout from whatever catastrophies he/she was shouldering. I have been in your shoes and know the pain and self-doubt which such an onslaught delivers. Praying, searching His Word, and inward soul searching, as you have done, is the pathway which He directs us to through a situation such as this. God knows you, He knows the other person, and He knows all the ramifications from both sides. And He is faithful – Always! Know you are not alone, and that I, along with many others, will be holding you and the other person, in our thoughts and prayers, with complete faith that God will bring great good from an uncomfortable situation. Growing and introspection both take so much work. Words can hurt, and yet He is THE Living Word. May His Word and wisdom be with you as you move forward through this season.

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