Lightening Struck – My prayer answered for direction

My prayer one afternoon was to be struck with lightening, and without harm, for me to know what God’s will was for my life – would I stay in England or leave? Wanting to leave, I felt to stay, but I did not want to stay. More than either, what I wanted is to know what God wanted, for sure. I wanted to know He was with me. I have come to find that if I believe God is with me, I can handle anything – if I know the path I’m on is His.

I know God is with us whether we make our bed in hell or heaven, but because I felt like I’d been in hell already there, I was looking to depart. If I knew He was with me, and it was His will for me to continue on, I would be able to do so with grace.

Praying my desperate prayer for confirmation, I felt badly right afterwards, for wasting God’s time. Like, what a stupid prayer. Just face up to your responsibilities and do it, if that is what you feel you are to do! Well, He was merciful toward me, and He did not strike me down, but I had my prayer answered. Lightening struck, and I stayed.

Work was better than ever, but more “problems” pursued personally with living situations, but God used everyone of them to show me Himself in my circumstances, only making things better and better every time and growing me and drawing me more closely to Him. Incredible situations presented where I was able to find Him loving me as a Father, Jesus as my brother, and the Holy Spirit as my gentle peace followed by an ever increasing faith in Him. That was the best gift, well, knowing He really cared for me and loves me was the best, and is, but having circumstance after circumstance show me that He Is, and He Is for and with me.

What a great time in my life. All the struggles to find Him. All worth it.

Full story below on podcast.

How Suffering Perfects

So, what I think now is that I must start being obedient again whether or not I agree with my promptings. I fail and succeed at that, but I’m not new at this, and what an incredible gift, honor and privilege it is to be in tune with, and guided by, the Holy Spirit.

“He learned obedience from what he suffered and, once made perfect, he became the source of eternal salvation for all who obey him.”

This verse in Hebrews came to mind today as I had been suffering from both hurting my knee and missing an appointment to have fun because I had failed to following the leadings of the Holy Spirit. I hope this doesn’t sound crazy!

If Jesus had to be made perfect through suffering, I might have to too. These are called the “learning the hard way” folks. 🙂  I’d like to be obedient from now on, instead. No more suffering, small or large!

Today while I was praying, whining a bit, I heard, “Walk.” Now let me say I am not crazy nor do I have schizophrenia, but I often get little directions, like Holy Spirit cues. Many times I follow them and many times I don’t.  Today, I did not obey the cues on a couple of circumstances, and this morning, as I was suffering from hurting my knee while running, I felt I’d been a disappointment again, and gone on a did what I wanted to do without respecting what I was told to do.

I first of all delayed the instruction to walk a bit b/c I had things to get out before proceeding with my day. I guess God was bored with my lamenting and whaling about my past I am working through and trying to heal. “Forget about those things which are past, and heal. Press on! Get outsides and get some fresh air!” may be what he wanted for me instead. Clear your head. Fretting only causes harm according to the bible in Psalm 37:8. I am just really trying to work through some stuff and was letting it all out this a.m. and rebuking and releasing and binding up. The whole works. God was not into that, maybe. Walking happened, eventually.

So, I finish up at where I figured was a good enough spot, got my workout clothes on and headed for the bridge. I got to just about where I would cross the street and head up, and I hear, “Back.” Not wanting to turn back b/c I was coming to the best part of my walk – the water with the sunshine on it in the early morning – I proceeded. I began to smile because I knew what to expect and was so excited to see the early morning sun and to look over the beautiful Stuart waterway. I pressed on. I got to the top, and lingered a bit while aweing the beauty gratefully before I headed back. I did not want to go back the ugly roadway, so I walked through town, defying again.

I began to feel like this walk was way too long. I had plans that morning and felt I might have blown it. My legs were feeling strong enough so I thought I’d run a bit. I was good, but then felt something in my knee collapse a bit. Ouch! It brought me to a halt. I walked from there, almost home.

I return only to find out that the date I had planned on going on this a.m. to meet people for biking would expire in terms of my timing. I was to leave at 8:25 to be there on time, and I walked in at 8:25. I blew that! I got ready anyway. I jumped in the shower, and rushed to make it. I would not make it. My bike was a block away, I had to fill the tires, put on my bike rack and get it loaded. I also wanted to eat breakfast.  I just decided If I had to go alone, that would be acceptable, but not preferred.

Felt disappointed and bothered for God b/c of my response and lack of surrendering. He tries to help me, and I fouled it up! Mad! I was suffering in a way from what I just judged someone of doing to me, too. Oh how we are always reaping what we sow.

Well, I felt once I saw the time and realize my error I was living the verse in the bible that talks about Jesus learning obedience through what he suffered. By not listening, I not only hurt my knee, but blew my chance and fun with others I thought. Pissed a little. Disappointed at me for God. Not sure if he feels that. Now just thought he is infinitely patient so maybe he doesn’t feel disappointed, if he knows we’ll be obedient eventually? Not sure. May need a bit more patience with myself too, but need to step it up, too. I knew better!

Anyway, a hurt knee and missed biking tour were my morning sufferings! Bummer. It was a great day for a bike ride. I was pissed and disappointed at myself. Felt bad for God, like why do you put up with me? I hate disobedience in my students, and I do it, too, still – doing what I want to do and/or just overriding what I’m led to do by the Holy Spirit because I logically reason out of my instruction. I do obey too, a lot, but not always.

I made it to the preserve and there were no bikers around. I hit the trail and headed out to find who I was to meet. I’d never been on a trail like that – so broad and a secluded, long ride through the scrub at  Seabranch Presereve State Park https://www.floridastateparks.org/parks-and-trails/seabranch-preserve-state-park. The bike trail extended way beyond that. I found my people in Peck Lake Park, eventually, gladly, too, about 15 – 20 minutes into the ride, but missed the end result of that walking path which looks very pretty, below.

Jupiter Group Obedient

 

Was so glad God had mercy on me, and I was able to successfully find them at a good spot, despite my being about 30 minutes late. Glad to have found them. It was a good time. It was a beautiful, breezy morning where I met new people, caught up with who I already knew, rode 18 miles (I’m on day 4 of committing to fitness:), and got to take in all new nature sights of 1 Preserve, 2 different parks, I hammock and a tortoise encounter. I opted not to join them for lunch being that I’d just filled up prior to the ride, and I headed home, instead.

Hobe Sound BikingHolly Tamiara River

After I got back from biking, I had a little ice cream and decided to head to the beach. Could use some cold water on my hot body, and it was beautiful beach weather. I jumped in the shower yet again and headed to the beach. Not having enough water or having good, cold water, I thought I’d pop into the store to get some when I was guided not to. But it’s hot and I will drink all this water and would like cold water too was what I reasoned with myself, like it was me against me. I went in against my will.

As I left, I felt grieved – I was disobedient, again, not trusting my instruction, I was swayed this time with reason, not desire, but a little bit of both.  I was heavy, feeling I’d grieved the Holy Spirit and didn’t quite understand. Perhaps I could have bought water at the beach.

Yes, it was small, but we know about the little foxes. If you have kids, think about even the littlest of things you tell them to do for their own good and they think they know better or want more, so they just defy you and do what they want to. It’s annoying and bothersome, at least to me! So, I get to the beach, no water to buy, make my way to a spot and start reading only to have my umbrella blow flat. It is not staying properly poofed-up for shading! I put it down and continue to read after smathering myself all over with sunscreen.

No time later, and here comes the rain! I put my umbrella back up, but I was literally holding it with one hand and reading with the other for about 25 – 30 minutes. Luckily it was not cumbersome at all. I finished a whole article on Neaderthals and a debate about their perceived intelligence. I rarely finish long articles, so I was glad to be stuck, and it pertains to my work a little, so it was relevant.  Shortly after the rain stopped, I’d finished the article, took in the wind and sun for about another 2 minutes and headed out. I packed up and saw my sweating cold water bottle, hardly having any water out of it, and figured I blew it, again. ISo much for my logic. God knows.

So, what I think now is that I must start being obedient again whether or not I agree with my promptings. I fail and succeed at that, but I’m not new at this, and what an incredible gift, honor and privilege it is to be in tune with, and guided by, the Holy Spirit. Its really awesome when you think about it!!

“In all your ways, acknowledge Him, and He will direct your paths,” the bible says. God, our Father, is hear to help us and lead us and direct us in all of our ways – even to get water or not!

In All Your Ways Acknowledge Him

Every little thing matters, and he cares about us and is here to help us. It makes me sad to think how helpful he is and when I don’t listen, I’m grieved. So, despite my mess-ups, I have been reminded to listen because not listening takes me from his protection and the best he has for me!

It is a good reminder too, to be obedient, and to please him in that. God desires obedience more than sacrifice. I Samuel 15:22.

I thought about when I left the beach this evening how we are to worship the Lord in spirit and in truth. My thought with that is to just be obedient to his promptings. That is honoring him. Why would He keep giving us what we clearly disobey or disregard or distrust? I have learned enough to know He is helping me at all times, and He has reminded me, today. So, thanks for the trials, Father!  Remembering. Thank you. One more thing – in considering I am able to hear from the Holy Spirit, what a blessing and an honor. Thank you, Lord, for that. Thank you for honoring me with your presence and ever present help and aid. I love you!!

What a WOW too, when you really consider we are guided by the Holy Spirit as born again believers. I love it. I am grateful to be reminded of this tremendous! blessing.

Jesus learned obedience through what he suffered. Not sure what all he went through before he became obedient b/c that is not quite clear, but I have felt this before today even. It’s time to listen more reverently and obediently!!

I have learned when I follow the Holy Spirit it is actually more exciting because you never know what’s going to happen and/or it can spare you hurt, time and money lost or any unnecessary evil. Either way, it’s always good to walk in obedience because God has our best interest in mind in all ways.

Holly

Giving Out of My Poverty

God is faithful to give to you when you give to him. Giving with a pure heart brought me a great reward, pretty much immediately! God is so good.

 

One Sunday at church, while living in England, as I got ready to get out of my car, I thought to get some money for the offering. I only had 5 pounds on me – the equivalent of about $7.50. I didn’t have much money anyway those days despite that being all I had on me. I was on the verge of moving into a new place and money was tight. I thought I’d just give what I had.

My reality of, “this is really all I have to give” actually hit me, and brought me to a place of humility. I felt like crying. I felt so poor. I had so little. There was some sort of humility to that evening I remembered feeling in my car seeing all that I really had and feeling truly poor for the first time in my life.

My finances at that time had to do in part with the Lord having recently blessed me, having opened up for me a good place to live the last couple of months I’d be living in England. The rent I was to pay was a little over my budget, but I had wanted out of where I was living and was given the opportunity to do so, so I took it gratefully. I was broke.

The offering bag came by. I popped in the 5 pounds I had, and left it at that.

After church ended, Joy, the woman with whom I’d be living, approached me. I can’t remember what was said other than she informed me out of the blue what I found to be the deliberate reward from God for me having given to Him in the offering what I could.

She happened to tell me that she would be taking off 50 pounds off of my rent. “What?”  I was surprised. That was so phenomenal!

I was wowed by what she had just told me. It was like God deliberately just blessing me for what I’d done. I gave God what I could without even the thought of receiving anything in return, and He then blessed me right away in my efforts for what I gave in prompt return giving me back what I needed, a 50 pound reduction in rent. Wow.

It was neat to see Him in action like that. I love how He works, and with such expediency too. It’s amazing.

Remembering that I felt humbled, I feel it was the Holy Spirit upon me somehow showering me with grace to give, a humility-filled heart. I was blessed by my “poorness” that night, as Matthew 5:3 states, and mine was the Kingdom of Heaven.”

God gave me back an immediate 10 fold increase for that month of a blessing on what I had given to Him – over the next three months it would total a 30 fold increase totaling 150 pounds from my meager 5 pound offering. Thank you, Lord, God. That is so awesome.

He allowed Joy to help me too in the process. She could have also had excuses for why she needed the money, too. I found out later that she got the prompting to reduce 50 pounds from my rent while in church that evening, but listening and following through is the key. So glad she did. Thank you, Lord, Thank you, Joy!

Amen.

It’s important to follow through. You never know who you’re going to bless or how you will be blessed if you follow through on an action. It’s good to follow through though because God is trustworthy and He’s always got the best plan for us all.

It shows that when we honor God, He may use others to honor us somehow, too.  Ultimately, it’s all from God though, isn’t it? 🙂 God was letting me know He was honoring me in doing what I could. He was being faithful to my giving.

There is a story in the bible about a widow who gave all that she had to live on – who gave out of her poverty, and, in that, Jesus tells us that she gave more than all those who gave out of there surplus, though theirs was clearly more, financially. This story is recounted in Matthew 12:44.

Being willing and faithful to give what we can is important. Whether it be of money or of time. God will provide the assistance we need. Psalm 23 “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.” We can trust that. He finds a way to give us back what we have given Him. I believe God uses many different circumstances to build our faith in Him too – to find Him working in our lives, to see Him. It’s so delightful to find Him working on our behalf. It is beautiful to see Him here, caring enough to show Himself. I feel like, “Who am I?” But I, like others, am His. I am His beloved daughter. I love that. If we did not know His word, I believe that we would likely have less opportunity to see Him gloriously working in our lives, although I didn’t know that bible verse before about giving out of your poverty before I did that.

I believe that God was developing my relationship with Him more, too, there during that time, clearly. That instance provided an opportunity for God to show me that He is with me, taking care of my needs, helping me through others, and providing for me help in my time of need. I’m reminded too that the poor state of my finances has often allowed me to “see” the “kingdom of heaven” it seems to me. I love that. It makes sense that Jesus said that it is difficult for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven.” I get it. I get to see God’s gifts manifesting to me in so many ways in my need. I love it, still.

Luke 6:38 tells us, to “give, and it will be given to you.” God is our provider, our Jehovah Jireh. He will see us through. We can always give something, even if it’s just a little. God will restore us and may even increase what we have given by 30 fold!!

 

 

 

I thank you so much, Lord, and I love you, and thank you for helping me always, for showing me too through my circumstances that you are here helping me, caring for me and loving me in all that I need.

Thank you.

Halleleuia.

Holly

When Speaking Your Truth Causes You to Lose Your Dad, but God Trumps Your Reality

My Story Based on Malachi 4:6, and how God’s word did not return to Him Void, like it says in Isaiah 55:11: So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it. . .
That would be Malachi 4:6 for me and dad:)
Awesome 🙂

My devastating reality of speaking the truth came into being. When I spoke my truth to my dad my biggest fear was realized, that he would no longer have a relationship with me, and that was the case – “I think it better we no longer speak,” was all I got to in response to an email I sent him, after the bit about me having “Crossed a line.”

Well, that got me requesting prayer at church one afternoon soon where someone prayed over me and for my dad Malachi 4:6.

“He will turn the heart of the father to the children, and the heart of the children to the father.”

What followed was indeed miraculous, and grace showered upon me like it was being poured out from heaven upon my head – days later – out of no where. Bizarre, and beautiful.

Love and compassion flooded in me washing my “bad” thoughts about my dad away, and leaving nothing but good. God worked his miracle working power in this circumstance of my heart, and, I found out later, my dad’s.

God is such a marvelous Father – loving us so much. Even know I was the one with the bitterness in me toward my dad for his lack of x,y,z that he failed to do, I wasn’t the one who was consoled. God gave me His grace to love my dad! I LOVE THAT! Heart emoji.

Listen and learn of the grace of God, healing me and my dad forever more. He’s so good!

Coffee on God

God bought me coffee. I think that’s really neat! I know it was Him. God knew I wanted special coffee, my little craving and desire, and He ordered my steps to get it, he ordered another to buy it, and he allowed for a little love note to accompany it. God orchestrated every bit of it, the fellow’s steps, the long wait, the conversation. He had it all in mind – orchestrating every bit of it so He could tell me, “Hi honey. I am here with and for you, and I love you. Here’s some coffee on me. Relax Enjoy. I love you, Holly.” Jesus and God.

Most importantly, God just wants a relationship with us and often uses our life circumstances to get out attention and to show Himself real.

This story reflects much of how God has built a relationship with me over the years, and it has been through lack, but he has always shown up and made a way for me for even seeming insignificant matters and desires. He cares about every little aspect of who we are.

If you’d rather hear a podcast of this, go to: https://www.hollycobrien.com/audio-files.html. Search Coffee on God.

I went to get a coffee one night after much deliberation as to the matter. I shouldn’t have, I thought, in my mind because money was tight then, and even two bucks on a frivolous craving wasn’t justified.

I don’t recall why I didn’t just make coffee. Maybe I didn’t have any, but that would be odd. I was always with coffee, a favorite of mine. I must have just wanted a hazelnut latte or coffee, but having felt it out of the question financially, I nixed it. But the feeling would not go away, in my spirit, it was okay. I was sensing, “Go, it’s okay.” So, I finally relented. I went to Dunkin’ Donuts.

When I got there, there were two people in front of me of French descent. I waited. As I did, a fellow came in behind me, waiting too, and we began chatting, eventually, as he struck up a conversation with me.

He informed me of his having just come from a men’s retreat – a religious retreat of sorts. I listened and we chatted a long time about the retreat and the Lord, and I think he seemed to want to try and win me over for God or something, but I convinced him I already knew Him, and we shared on some level some of our respect for Him and love, the awe. Due to the unnaturally long wait in front of us we’d chatted quite a bit.

It was my turn, finally. Before I got to the counter though, he handed to me a chip, a silver chip like they give out in AA (Alcoholics Anonymous), but instead of it insisting I had a certain number of years or months clean/sober, I saw that it had on it a cross, and around it, it informed me: “God loves you.” On the other side it informed me also to “Believe in your heart and confess with your mouth ‘Jesus is Lord’ and you will be saved.” Romans 10:9-10. Wow. Okay. I smiled, thinking for the first time that that is why God wanted me to go get a coffee. He wanted to tell me He loves me. I smile. I think how neat that is.

Then, I got up to the counter and I ordered my drink. When the lady asked if that would be all, the fellow behind me with whom I’d been speaking, chimed in saying, “That isn’t all. I’d also like a (so and so, whatever he ordered), and I will be paying for both of our drinks.” Well, if that wasn’t God showing up in the circumstance! He was doubling up on the blessings for me. Thank you, Lord. I love it, still.

I told the fellow he was a blessing to me. I didn’t go into the details about my shortage of money or the story behind me even getting up there with all the mental deliberations behind that, but just went on to thank him, expressing my gratitude for his kindness, informing him it meant a lot, as it did, and then I went on to my table to drink my free coffee, and to work on my work.

That incident was a way for God to relay to me, through another person, that He clearly loves me, and that He’s got my back, and my coffee!! He showed me personally that cares about the littlest of things of our lives, like a coffee craving. He apparently finds ways, too, to show us that he loves us, and is for us. God was informing me He is here in all of my circumstances, and He knows what is going on. I like that He cares in all-ways! It was a new, simple and special way for me to see God showing me how He loves me. Thanks, Lord.

God bought me coffee. I think that’s really neat! I know it was Him. God knew I wanted special coffee, my little craving and desire, and He ordered my steps to get it, he ordered another to buy it, and he allowed for a little love note to accompany it. God orchestrated every bit of it, the fellow’s steps, the long wait, the conversation. He had it all in mind – orchestrating it all so He could tell me, “Hi honey. I am here with and for you, and I love you. Here’s some coffee on me. Relax Enjoy. I love you, Holly.” Jesus and God.

The End.

Thank  you. I love you.

 

O LORD, you have searched me and known me!

2 You know when I sit down and when I rise up;

you discern my thoughts from afar.

3 You search out my path and my lying down

and are acquainted with all my ways.

4 Even before a word is on my tongue,

behold, O LORD, you know it altogether. Psalm 139: 1-4

Podcast: Bottom Dropped Out of My Car – An Interesting Answered Prayer

I have retained my abhorrence of being poor for some time – keeping the reality of it to myself. I never really cared much about it or even thought much about it. I never really felt poor, but it had become an issue to me, however, since living in England.

CAR TROUBLE, NO TROUBLE AT ALL
2012

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​This story is about when the “bottom dropped out of my car” in an answer to a prayer to God when He showed me he would help me and cover me when I couldn’t afford to  help myself financially at this time. He’s so good! (13:55)

Praying for our Enemies Podcast

The main thing that I remembered from that prayer was the emotional aspect of it. All of the sudden, I began weeping for the woman as I prayed. I felt so much compassion for her. I felt sad for her, by the fact of what must she feel like on the inside to be so mean, and so rude and hateful, and at such an older age, too. It was sad really. I felt sorry for her. After I prayed, I just let it all go. It was like it was released and flooded out by the compassion. 

(9:45)

Written and Recited by Holly C. O’Brien

One afternoon at work, I had a colleague stop by my classroom to visit me for the first time. I would see her at lunch as we ate with each other and other colleagues at times. I thought it was a nice surprise. I didn’t normally have visitors.

However, the reason for her visit was not a social call, it was a mission to collect gossip – and it was gossip on me. She was a forthright Russian woman who came fearlessly down to collect what she could. Bold. She came to confront me about what was being told about me.

She was there to find out if the rumors of me ratting out another colleague to administration for her smoking during her lunch break were true. I was disgusted and pissed-off at her coming to me with this. It was not true at all. I was bothered and disappointed about the whole thing, and I let her know it. I thought I was going to have a nice visitor, and I’m being ridiculed by people for something that never occurred. I expressed my disgust to her while also hoping to find out why I was being targeted, how did they pin me as the “rat-er” in this error of accusation?

I was piecing it all together in my mind as she spoke. I was also thinking of how I saw “the ratted-out” with these other woman with whom I used to have lunch when I was in a different area who I found were all of the sudden treating me poorly when I’d see them in the halls, for no apparent reason. These women were being mean to me with their looks and snippy remarks, and behaviors. I didn’t understand it, until this. I surmised that is why I was being treated rudely by them – these women had chosen to erroneously believe in what I’d done, and they were standing with their friend in solidarity against me. Oh well.

I never told that colleague out-rightly that I was innocent of what I was being accused. Perhaps I should have righted her, but I didn’t. All that I could think of was how ridiculous this whole thing was – it was all so high school. Pun intended. I was surprised that it was all going on.

I would let them keep their beliefs, at least for a while. If the woman wanted to know the truth, she could come to me herself. I let that go.

My colleague left with little more certainty than she had come with. I deliberately left her confused almost making it seem like I had done it because I refused to admit anything either way. I may have done the wrong thing there. Either way, they would likely have thought what they wanted to despite me telling them the truth.

I thought about the situation after she left. I was mad that I was being targeted unfairly, and being marked by their meanness, really. It was stupid, really, too. I don’t like injustices, either.

I then thought, too, about another injustice that was occurring simultaneously, again, toward me, in part. One of the women in the mix who’d been rude to me, was, separately, unfairly making these “rulings” about a going-away party she was hosting for another colleague. She was ostracizing from the party everyone who did not contribute to it financially. I didn’t even see the original email. She dis-invited all who did not contribute. I went to explain the situation to her in person. She ignored me. She was, at one time, so kind and respectful to me. I was figuring it was all a result of this rumor-mill, and was bothered by it.

I thought about it more after the colleague left. I was pissed about it. I did not like the unfair treatment I was getting, nor that colleague coming to my classroom like that bringing all that garbage. I was hurt and bothered. This was right on top of the emails from this rude colleague which compounded my “righteous anger.” I was feeling accursed by the damning.

As I thought about all that had happened, I was reeling. I was then reminded, quickly, of the duty of Christian’s to pray for their enemies. That was the thought that came to my mind. Pray for your enemies. I didn’t resist too much at all because that’s what we’re to do. There’s got to be some logic to it if we’re told to do it, right? So I, began to pray. That is the only reason I did it.

Jesus instructs Christians in Matthew 5:43 – 44: “You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you”.

The main thing that I remembered from that prayer was the emotional aspect of it. I recall that as I was praying, the only woman I prayed for was the one who’d sent me the emails who I felt really hurt by; the whole situation itself other than that seemed to fall by the wayside because it was all so trivial, despite it pissing me off.

All of the sudden, I began weeping for the woman as I prayed. I felt so much compassion for her. I felt sad for her, by the fact of what must she feel like on the inside to be so mean, and so rude and hateful to be that way toward me, and at such an older age, too. It was sad really. I felt sorry for her. After I prayed, I just let it all go. It was like it was released and flooded out by the compassion.

While I prayed, God handled it. I did my part, and actually got peace from it. I got some perspective, too. It was healing, my prayer, and all was well from then.

1 Peter 3:9 in another instruction by Jesus tells us: “Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult, but with blessing, because to this you were called so that you may inherit a blessing.”

I got a blessing with my prayer for that woman that afternoon. I got compassion for her. I got free of the whole worry and “wrongs that were being done to me.” I was no longer angry or bothered, at all.

I eventually came clean sometime over that year to the woman who thought I ratted her out. I told her I never did it, and she accepted it. I just wanted her to know the truth.

I learned that my obedience to the instruction of praying for my enemies freed me up, and I also trust that it helped that woman, too. That’s how it works.

I believe we are to pray for others because their hearts aren’t right with God, and we can help them by praying that God change them to be more pleasing to Him, too. It’s important to remember too, that, according to Ephesians 6:12, ”We wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.”

They clearly need help. That’s why they are acting that way. They are love-less in some area, right? According to scripture, however, it’s a spiritual issue. People who are hurting, hurt people. So, we can pray for them for Jesus to help them – to free them up from their loveless state – whatever it may be. They are not right and need help. We do too. If we take on that bitterness that ensues from wrongs committed because we do not understand, we may be subject to perpetuating and perhaps worsening the situation. We are to pray for our enemies, simply. We are also going to get a blessing by doing it because we become freed in it. At least that is my experience. We are free from our accusation and self-righteous judgement, maybe also resentment and hurt, as well.

I found a blessing in the prayer offering.  I received compassion, replacing my indignation, and it freed me. I clearly needed a miracle too. A treasure of obedience is clearly a blessing, always. Thank you, Lord.

Thank you for helping me and this woman. Thank you, also, for letting me get a blessing for the obedience to your word. I got to experience the “why,” at least in part, of why we are to pray for our enemies. I’m grateful for the Holy Spirit for this experience for I believe He brought to my attention the thought to “Pray for my enemies.” I am grateful to Christ for helping me see His instruction in practice and the blessing that flowed from that. The bible says that grace and truth are from Jesus Christ. I believe by reverencing Him by praying the word, as He commanded, that He bestowed his grace upon me that day for, my colleague, in the form of compassion for her and the grace to let go of the hurt I felt from her and for giving me peace.

I am grateful to God for giving us Jesus, my brother, to have Him give us the words of life that lead us to walk in paths of righteousness. Thank you for showing me the blessing of praying for our enemies – a double win – and for always leading me in your ways. Thank you for helping me, and for helping my colleague.

Holly