I am taking God’s Side

By Davidia Sydney

Have you ever been hated because of who your parents are? Yeah… I have.

I won’t get into the details, but let’s just say people you’ve never done a single thing to, can hate your guts, just because of who your parents are.

It’s weird, right? You’re living your life, minding your business and suddenly you find yourself in a one-sided ‘beef’ you didn’t even sign up for.

It happened to me recently, and honestly, it threw me off. Naturally, I felt a way about it. I kept thinking, “I’ve always had nothing but respect for this person, so why are they treating me like this?”; “I get that you have an issue with my parent, and I’ll always stand by my parents, especially when they’re right, but my respect for you never changed.”
And yet here we are, you telling anyone who’ll listen that we’re ‘beefing’.

Meanwhile, I’m just standing there confused, like, “What are you even talking about?”

Yeah… people can be that petty.

Like I do with everything, I took it to the Lord in prayer. And He gave me such clarity. The whole situation felt symbolic, almost like a lesson hidden in plain sight.

If people can hate you because they hate your earthly parents, imagine how much more they’ll hate you because they hate your heavenly Father.

The Bible says, “Be in the world, but not of the world.”

As children of God, we’re called to be different. We are called to think differently, speak differently, act differently, choose differently. And the truth is, the world hates different.

So yes, they’ll hate you too.

And you’ll sit there wondering, “Why? What did I do?” You’ll think, “I’ve done nothing to you. I might not agree with you, but I’ve always shown respect. So why does it feel like you’ve got a personal vendetta against me?”

Let me tell you, it’s not personal.

They don’t hate you.

They hate who your Heavenly Father is. And sometimes, that will make you want to hate them right back. Because honestly… how do you love someone who hates who you came from? Who hates you because of it?

That’s where I’ve been these past few months, wrestling with that anger and bitterness creeping in.

But God’s been working on me. He’s been teaching me forgiveness. The hardest kind. The kind where the other person did not ask for it. The kind that’s not for them, but for me. I’m learning that forgiveness doesn’t mean pretending what they did was okay. It means choosing peace over poison. I forgive because it frees me. And because God said, “Forgive, so that you may be forgiven.”

And through all of this, I realised something. The same loyalty I have for my parents, who are human, imperfect, and flawed, is the same loyalty I need to have toward my heavenly Father, who’s perfect in every way.

I need to be willing to take God’s side, no matter what. Forget what the world says and how I’ll be perceived, because it truly does not matter. Their opinions do not matter. God’s Word is the only thing that matters. My living according to His Word matters.

And yeah, part of me wanted to keep this to myself. I thought, “Girl, just write this in your diary, not on a platform for everyone to see and judge.” But then I thought, “God gave you this message to share. So, share it. Who cares what they think?”

So here I am.