Guest post by Elisha.  There was this woman in my life that was someone I just couldn’t seem 
to get away from. She drove me crazy. She was one of those people that 
when she was around my true colors rose up. Sure on the outside I kept 
a pretty face, but on the inside I was the biggest hypocrite as I 
wished with all my might she would just go away. Everytime she was 
around she would say things to cut me, to make me feel bad, or just to 
be mean. It was irritating.  All the while I knew all the right answers…I knew I was to forgive 
her, I knew I was to love her and I knew that there was probably some 
underlying hurt in her life that caused her to say these things. And 
as much as I prayed and vowed that I had forgiven her and that I would 
kill her with kindness, everytime I saw her I still wanted to ring her 
neck.  One day when the topic of the home group that we hold in my home came 
up she stated that she was going to start coming. GREAAAAT!! Just what 
I needed.(Please note the sarcasm). So she had been coming for a few 
weeks and the ministry always seemed to be directed at her and that 
drove me more crazy as she would sit there with a blank stare and say 
she was fine and she was already doing everything she needed to.  The pharisee in me sat there despising her. The unforgiveness and 
bitterness in my heart was rampant and I knew then that I could not 
ever love this person. I could pretend and even say all the right 
things, but in my heart there was no love. So, yesterday came and we 
decided to meet and get on our faces to seek the Lord. As I lay there 
on my living room floor I heard the Lord asking why I cared so much 
what others thought of me when I know the King of Kings. Why I longed 
for others approval when I was the bride of Christ.  Then He showed me this woman I despise who was next to me at the time 
and asked if I was willing to love her. I confessed that I couldn’t. 
He said to humble myself and consider her better than me. Immediately 
I knew I had to drop my pride and be obedient. As I submitted to the 
idea that I was the least and the worst, God cleansed my heart from 
the unforgiveness and bitterness. No formula, just a change of heart.  Then, my spiritual authority said out of the blue…”I think we should 
pray over (Sally).” I knew I could lay my hands on her to pray because 
of what God had just done in my heart. As we prayed I just asked for 
Him to show me His love for her. I knew if I could see it, then I 
would be able to love her.  As she sat there she began weeping and crying out to God for all the 
times she fealt alone. She said, “For the time I was alone in my 
closet, for the time they beat me, for the time the called me 
worthless, and for the time my parents killed themselves.”  Immediately a flood of sorrow rushed through my body. So much I could 
barely stand it. I kept my hand on her and wept with her. God showed 
me this was just a taste of the sorrow He fealt through all these 
things that she went through and that He never left her. We wept and 
wept and wept.  Then she turned to me and we embraced and on top of all the sorrow a 
new emotion came…..LOVE. An overwhelming love for her that physically 
my body could not contain. I began shaking and could barely speak to 
tell her how much God loved her. We sat embraced for awhile as this 
love took over my entire being. Love so great I couldn’t even look her 
in the eyes becuase it was so overwhelming.  Again, God revealed that this was just a taste of how much He loved 
her. When the emotion died down enough to be able to come together 
again as a group there was something new in me. God had given me love 
for her.  I looked at her with new eyes. She honestly looked different and I 
swear her voice was different. We were new women. Released from the 
grasp of the enemy who loves division and strife. I could not love her 
with any ounce of the religiousity that is in me, but God’s love is 
more than enough and so much better.  Elisha  Surf to: http://www.freshc.org for a Fresh Connection...    
 
 
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