Love does no harm.
I tossed and turned for hours. An ache in my leg kept me awake. Finally, I got out of bed and snapped on the light to see what was the matter. An angry purple bruise stared back at me. When did I bump my leg? For the life of me, I couldn’t recall. But there was the evidence, growing uglier by the minute. I got back into bed and did my best to settle down.
“It’s easy to hurt others in the same way,” God said.
“You mean to bruise them?” I asked, a bit confused.
“It’s easy to hurt others and not be aware that you’ve hurt them, just as you can’t recall how you hurt your leg. People’s emotions are tender,” He explained.
“I’ll do my best to remember that,” I answered. I rubbed my leg and hoped that there were not too many people rubbing their hearts because of me.
Off in the distance, a freight train’s lonesome whistle reminded me of the hour. I closed my eyes, asked God to forgive me for any harm I’d caused to any of His children, and drifted off to sleep.