Tears: I am so Broken, yet Blessed
When something is necessity, way-of-life, or lifeline is stripped from you (unaware or not), you find yourself completely broken, unable to DO. This just happened to me. My cellphone has been stolen. I tried to help someone and, not by that person’s hand, I find myself at yet another T-Junction.
I feel stripped, livid, bare and filled with righteous anger. But I choose my avenue, I proceed right at that T-junction. My choice and prayer is this,
“Jesus bless him.” I can see his face, I can hear his voice. But so can our You Father. FATHER BLESS HIM!!! Bless this man that has hurt me so.”
This is tough, can I walk the Walk?
Believe me it rebels against every fiber of me being to bless this thief, but he is just as weak in this area as I am in the next. But for the Grace of God go we all.
This person that has now gained access to part of my identity has a desperate need that requires fulfillment. I cannot judge him for that. Because we’ve all affronted someone’s identity at one point or another to fulfill our own desperate need, at whatever degree of severity.
Every fiber of my being continues to cry out to curse him. I can see his face and I want to curse calamity over this thief’s life. But I remember that I am not one to judge. But for His Grace our sins have not forced us into such depravity. I myself would have done the same.
Bless him and I stand on my word to help at any cost
This is the moment of truth. I say want to help people, but can bear the cost? This is where you live up to your promises of #highercalling
“Oh thief, I forgive you and I bless you. I pray that you find your way.”
But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you – Matthew 5:44 (KJ)