📖 “Set Uriah in the forefront of the hottest battle, and retreat from him, that he may be struck down and die.”
2 Samuel 11:15
There are wounds that bleed on the surface, and then there are those that pierce the soul.
You expect to be hit when facing the frontlines — braced for impact, ready for opposition. But what of the wound that comes from behind? 🤔 The one delivered not by the enemy, but by the ones who stood beside you, smiled with you, sang the same songs of faith and family? 🤔
Jason Horsler’s poem “Another Uriah” captures this chilling reality with brutal honesty:
“He had on all of his armour, but the stab was from behind.”
Friendly fire.
Withdrawing allies.
Silent betrayals masked by smiles.
Perhaps you, too, have known this pain.
The confusion of trust broken without explanation.
The ache of being abandoned mid-battle.
The sting of words spoken in rooms you weren’t invited into.
The invisible bleeding no one acknowledges.
It’s the same sorrow that lived in the heart of Uriah, the loyal soldier in 2 Samuel 11 who unknowingly carried his own death sentence, sealed by King David’s deceit. Uriah died with honour on the battlefield, not knowing it was the king he served who placed him there to die.
📖 “Set Uriah in the forefront of the hottest battle, and retreat from him, that he may be struck down and die.” — 2 Samuel 11:15 (NKJV)
How unbearably human this pain is — and yet how sacred that Scripture does not hide it. Even Jesus felt it. Betrayed by Judas with a kiss, denied by Peter, abandoned by His disciples in His hour of agony. He, too, knows the sharpness of friendly fire.
📖 “Even my own familiar friend in whom I trusted, who ate my bread, has lifted up his heel against me.” — Psalm 41:9 (NKJV)
The enemy’s darts hurt, yes. But friendly lies? 🤔 They go deeper. They challenge our sense of safety, identity and even faith. They make us doubt not just others, but ourselves.
And yet… here’s the whisper I want you to hear today:
God never withdraws.
He doesn’t step back when the arrows fly.
He doesn’t forget your name, your loyalty, or your tears.
He holds every part of your wounded 💔heart, not with shame but with reverence.
God doesn’t waste betrayal.
He transforms it.
He uses it to carve a deeper knowing of His faithfulness — a kind not built on human loyalty, but on divine steadfastness.
Who has wounded you from behind, and how has it shaped your heart? 🤔
What part of that betrayal still needs the healing touch of God’s truth? 🤔
In what ways is He inviting you to release the bitterness and receive peace? 🤔
Creative Prompt:
“The Armour I Wore, The Wound I Carried”
Using words, paint, collage, or any medium that feels safe to you, create a visual or written representation of your internal battlefield.
What did your armour look like — the ways you tried to protect your heart? 🤔
Where was the wound and how did it feel to realise it came from behind? 🤔
Consider adding golden lines or feathers — symbols of healing, hope, and the covering of God.
Let your art or writing be a sacred act of release. You don’t need to make it beautiful — you only need it to be true.
Closing Prayer:
🕯 A Poetic Prayer for the Betrayed
Lord, I stood where trust was shattered,
in fields where love should grow.
I wore the armour, sang the songs,
but felt the quiet blow.
They called me kin, then let me fall,
no warning, no goodbye —
a wound more cruel than enemy's blade
is betrayal wrapped in lie.
So God of truth, come close tonight,
to every fractured place.
Bind me with Your healing gold,
restore my trust in grace.
Teach me to forgive, not forget
but to release the chain,
and guard my heart without a wall
so love may rise again.
For You, O Lord, were pierced by friends,
and still, You chose to stay —
so I will walk this road with You,
through night and into day.
🌸 Closing Blessing
May you feel the nearness of the One who never turned away.
May your scars shimmer with the gold of divine restoration.
And may you rise — not because the wound didn’t matter,
but because you do.
You are not alone, dear heart.
You are seen. You are held. You are valuable💞💖.
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