The Antidote to Suspicion Is Love


I’ve found myself dealing with a lot of hurt over the past few months. And while the hurt is very real and very layered and very twisty, it’s not the main thing. The main thing is the sin pattern I’ve developed while walking out the hurt I’m wrestling down.

I wrote in my journal last week: “I need your eyes today, Lord. I repent for wearing lenses of suspicion and doubt and judgment. Help me see like you, Father—eyes of love and hope. Eyes that see the big picture and know our worth despite our flaws.”

And while I thought I’d “dealt” with what ailed me last week—this giant of suspicion, I find myself battling it again. Today I felt suspicion settle over me me like an oversized cloak thrown around my shoulders, weighing me down to the point where I could barely move under its weight. I felt its heaviness and stifling warmth sink down into my bones, and I wore it until I felt like I could no longer breathe.

I cried out to the Lord—“How do I shed this thing for real this time? It’s not ok. It’s not who you are, and it shouldn’t be who I am, either.” And then I heard Holy Spirit whisper “LOVE.” I knew right where to turn.

“Love is a safe place of shelter, for it never stops believing the best for [OF] others. Love never takes failure as defeat, for it never gives up.” —1 Corinthians 13:7 (TPT)

The antidote to suspicion is love. It’s believing the good in others because God is in them and he is good. It’s calling out the God in others—and by default, the good in them. Today I’m making lists of the good in situations and places and people, and it’s lifting that heavy cloak right on off my shoulders, bit by bit.