No one understood me as a child. I was quiet and seldom talked, so I was labeled as shy. No one understood the reasons I wouldn't talk. No one understood the fears and emotional pain I struggled with.
As I got older, more and more people misunderstood more and more things about me. People misunderstood my distance in relationship. Some didn't notice; some thought I was self-centered; no one understood that I had been sexually abused and struggled to trust in relationship.
As the years passed, I recognized how I was created...as a deep thinker and a writer who processes things in so much detail that it comes out slowly. People misunderstood and determined that there was something wrong with me because I didn't speak or read or comprehend information as fast as they did.
I continue to be misunderstood on a daily basis. Sometimes it's because the listener isn't listening well. Sometimes it's because our varied experiences create confusion, ...or many other reasons. One thing, though, has been a constant source of comfort for me in being misunderstood: Jesus has always understood me. He understands what it feels like to be abused, to have your words or actions judged as different from what's true. And He knows and understands every intimate detail about me. Psalm 139, and the peace He gives me in relationship with Him, confirm it.
Understood? Understood.
