Pulling Up Roots: How Unhealed Hurt Becomes the Offense We Carry

I kept telling myself the meeting didn’t matter, but the dismissal burrowed in. Unhealed hurt does that — it throws vines over the heart until everything feels gray. Offense becomes our armor; it also becomes our cage. Jesus invites another way: name the wound, pull the root, abide in Love. With him, we can trade resentment for release, guardedness for grace and grow green again.