Why God Made Me Sensitive

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My mother-in-law used a word to describe me recently. Soft. When I heard it, it just sounded so beautiful. Soft. Yes, that is exactly what I am, and how God made me. I’m owning it.

All my life I’ve been told that I’m too sensitive… that I cry too easily, that I wear my heart on my sleeve. I’ve been told to “toughen up” and let go of the opinions of this world. Still, regardless of how many times I am put down, trampled on, or made fun of, I know that Jesus made me sensitive for a reason. Here are a few of the reasons that I have come up with:

  • I am sensitive so that I can hear the cries of those around me.
  • I wear my heart on my sleeve so that those seeking empathy and understanding in a harsh world can find me.
  • I cry because the world we live in is far from the freedom Jesus wanted for us.
  • I feel deeply so that I can participate fully in the life Jesus sacrificed for me.
  • I frown when someone picks on me because Jesus told us to love one another.
  • I allow words to hurt me because it is a good way to decipher the good fruit from the bad fruit.
  • I cower at insensitivity and ridicule because it is a disgrace to God, knowing that we are made in His image.

Maybe these truths can help you, or maybe you can add to the list I came up with. Please feel free to share below your comments and experiences being a sensitive person on a mission for God.

Unashamed 

I met a woman the other night that was not ashamed to tell everyone in my class that she was emotional or to display that emotion. The conversation material was difficult at times and emotion welled up in her. She got choked up, and would exclaim again how she was going to cry. She looked strong to me, like she had it to together. And she did. Her strength came from knowing who she is. Unashamed. Tears or no tears. Fears or no fears. Unashamed.

I looked up to her. I wanted to run up to her, hug her and say thank you. I wanted to say thank you for displaying such courage, for showing me that it is okay to be emotional. Even in public. To just be who she is with no need to apologize.

Maybe she’s like me. I don’t know how to separate emotion from my life. It’s part of who I am. It’s how God made me.

I have many questions for this woman that taught me so much. I wonder where she gets her strength. I wonder if she knows Christ. I see Him working in her life. I see the same compassion I have in her.

Lord, please give me the strength to accept and safely express the sensitivity you have blessed me with. I pray for others to understand why you made me this way, and how it can be useful in my relationship with them too. I want to love with abandon, to cry for your people, and to help make this world a better place.  Thank you Lord for equipping me.