The Preciousness of Being Wronged

It is in being wronged that I have learned the bankruptcy of my own efforts and my desperate need for grace.

When I am wronged, I find myself unable to do what I should do. I am unable to be merciful or forgiving or kind. When I'm wronged, I don't even desire these good things. I don't mourn my ugly reaction – my anger, bitterness and hate.

I, who have caused much wrong, am indignant. I, who have been forgiven much, am unforgiving.

And it is only by grace that I know right from wrong, only because God has spoken.

I know my thinking and speech is very wrong, though I don't hate it. And I know what is right, though I don't desire it. So I pray. And God does things through me that I could never do.