My friend hurt my feelings. She spread “her view” to several other friends. Her comments waltzed their way into my house and infuriated me. I was sure I had been fatally wounded. Falling to my knees, I wailed, “Speak to me from Your Word.” I opened my Bible to the gospel of Mark: “But Jesus, not heeding the word spoken…” It was soul food. I knew I needed “holy deafness,” or I would become part of the problem, rather than part of the solution. I sat quietly and began to pray. Lord, give me holy deafness when hurtful words are said. Help me to continue to be about my Father’s business and not ... Read the Post