Love Like Youve Never Been Hurt (Paperback)Jentezen & Cherise Franklin
The pain you feel today is the pain you can heal.
It's no secret that those who are closest to us can wound us the most profoundly. Reeling from betrayal, we build walls around our hearts to protect us from the heartache, yet these are the very walls that block us from seeing hope, receiving healing and feeling love.
Sharing his own story of personal pain, pastor and New York Times bestselling author Jentezen Franklin shows you how to find the strength, courage and motivation to love like you've never been hurt. Through biblical and modern-day stories, he discusses different types of relational disappointment and heartache, and answers questions such as Why should I trust again? and How can I ever really forgive?
Don't let someone else's actions control the condition of your heart. Here is everything you need to tear down your walls, work through your wounds, repair damaged relationships and discover the power of an open heart.
"Pastor Jentezen has given us the tools to love through our pain. This is an inspired word from God that will enrich your life."--Mark Batterson, pastor; New York Times bestselling author
"A profound message on the power of unconditional love. A must-read."--Lisa Bevere, New York Times bestselling author; co-founder, Messenger International
"This could be the most powerful book you read. It will strengthen your faith and renew your hope that you can love again."--Craig Groeschel, senior pastor, Life.Church; bestselling author
About the Author
Jentezen Franklin is the senior pastor of Free Chapel, whose messages influence millions through his televised broadcast, Kingdom Connection. A New York Times bestselling author and international speaker,
ByJentezen & Cherise Franklin
Size152 x 229 mm
Number of Pages256 pp
PublisherBaker Book House
LOVE MATTERSOur daughter glared at my wife, Cherise, and me. Her eyes blazed with anger.If you have ever raised a teenager, you know what I am talking about. I don’t know what it is, but most kids at this age seem to lose their minds for about six years.“You can’t tell me what to do!” my daughter shouted.I looked at her square in the face. “We’re going to work this out.”“Ugh,” she groaned. “No way! I’m out of here.”“Oh, no! You are not going anywhere until we sit down and talk!” I said with clenched teeth.The second our daughter turned toward our bedroom door, I jumped into position. Fullback position. Stretching out each arm, I blocked her path.“You can’t trap me here!” our daughter yelled.“Oh yes, we can,” I shot back, my arms waving wildly.My frustration mounted, but my heart broke. Arguments like this one had taken place many times, it seemed, not just with this daughter, but with others as well.During that particular episode, we were smack in the middle of a family crisis. Each day brought another fight. Some clashes were more disruptive than others. Some aroused deep sadness. Others harsh words.It started when our oldest daughter went off to college. Growing up, she was a model child. But during the first few weeks of school, away from home, she began to stray. She wanted to see what it was like on the other side of church life. She got involved with the wrong crowd. And she made some of the worst choices that a young girl could make.As the situation grew more serious, my wife and I knew we had to do something.I will never forget the day I was putting the final touches on a sermon I was about to preach in thirty minutes. Cherise flew into the room, on a mission. The look on her face said it all.“Jentezen, I’m going to get our daughter. Are you going to choose the church and stay and preach, or are you going to choose your daughter and come with me?”The answer was obvious. I dropped what I was doing to take care of my family.Cherise and I did not speak much on the three-hour drive to the university. Our daughter did not know we were coming, let alone coming to pull her out of school and bring her home. We didn’t know what to expect.Once we arrived, Cherise phoned her. My wife asked what she was doing but did not mention we were there. I waited in the car while Cherise walked into the building where our daughter was. Suddenly, my wife saw her walking toward the lobby where she stood. The minute our daughter saw Cherise, she broke down. Collapsing to her knees, she began to sob uncontrollably.