They had every right

I remember those times when I've always had my fists up ready to shut up the people who are ready to take me down. It seems so far, but I'm not that much wiser or older from where I was. I am at a point in my life where God is becoming more real in every single thing that I do. And slowly, that is transforming my fists into open palm stretched out to surrender.

I'm still making this work in my life. Everyday, God teaches me something that breaks me. He uses painful experiences, struggles within the ministries, and other people to point out what I'm doing wrong. It drains me and makes me cry so hard. Still sometimes I put my fist up until I realize I am stopping God working in me. I am preventing God to shape me to a person that I'm supposed to be.

God maybe using someone to correct me not to hurt me purposely, but to beautifully change me. I used to think that other people don't have the right to call me such and such... but they, the godly Christian people, did and they still do. Because that's when God talks to me. And God has every right to anything.