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1 in 1,000 in Whose Ratings?

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Just recently I have been through some medical procedures such as a partial hysterectomy with the removal of a fibroid, an upper GI and two (yes 2) back to back colonoscopies.  I will start this blog with stating I am fine now.  God is healing my body so medical procedures is not the basis  of this blog.  The purpose of this blog is to show you the faithfulness of God and His continued pursuit of us.  I have been debating on where to start this story so I guess I will begin at the beginning.  I will apologize now that this may be a longer blog than most only because God did so many things in 96 hours I don’t want to leave out any details.

My medical issues started about 5 years ago and I have been to several doctors and tried several things to find solutions to the symptoms occurring in my body.  It has been an interesting journey to say the least but it led me to a miracle of a 4 day weekend which I will not soon forget.

In March it was decided I would see a gynecologist and a GI doctor to get to the bottom of my extremely low iron level which was discovered in February.  The result of these two appointments was a hysterectomy, an upper scope and a colonoscopy.

Now this is a key to my whole story.  As I sat in the GI office I said to God, I really do not wish to have a colonoscopy and I CLEARLY heard Him say in my spirit, “You will be having a colonoscopy.”  Was I happy with that plan? Nope.  Was I going to go through with it? Yup.  If I have learned anything in 48 years of living it is to listen to God the first time and be at peace because He knows every detail of my life.

Hysterectomy was a huge success which cleared up so many issues and the upper GI showed no signs of bleeding which would cause low iron. Only thing left on the list was the dreaded colonoscopy and this is where the story really begins. (yes there are some gory details but all medical I promise) And just for the record I tried getting out of having the colonoscopy done but the Lord quickly reminded me of our earlier conversation.

I will do this day by day so as not to miss anything.  Keep in mind as you read the rest of this blog:  It was never about me.  It was always about what God wanted to do through me and my obedience.

THURSDAY:

2:30 pm Arrive at the hospital after 2 days of liquid diet and prepping for the colonoscopy.  I was not nervous because I knew God was in it.  Happy I had lost 5 pounds in two weeks.  Laughter broke out among the nurses and doctor as I was being prepped with the IV and such, so I knew God was there.

3:45 pm Surgery was over.  Doctor removed 4 polyps and explained it was a good thing I came in now rather than at age 50 as they could have grown quite large in 2 years.  (At this moment I was thinking this was the reason I heard God say I was going to have the colonoscopy.)  Doctor said there may be some bleeding at first only because of the removal of the polyps but nothing to be concerned about.

4:30 pm I was home and resting.  Ate dinner at 8:30 pm.  First bowel movement and there was blood.  I dismissed it as I figured it was to be expected.  Went to bed!  Crossed colonoscopy off my not-bucket list and looked forward to returning to work in the morning.

FRIDAY:  

6:10 am  Went to the bathroom and it was mainly blood.  Still no panic.  Went back to bed only to need to go two more times with significant blood.  Read through my paperwork and it said if there is more than a tablespoon of bleeding call the doctor.  Woke my husband up and explained the situation.

7:00 am Emergency room visit.  45 minutes later it was decided I would be admitted to the hospital with another colonoscopy to be done on Saturday.  Nurse proceeded to add a second IV port in my hand just in case I needed a transfusion and I was informed I would have blood drawn every 6 hours to check my levels. (UGH  I had needles)  At this moment I am not sure what I was thinking, however, this peace came over me as I made the realization if God said I was going to have a colonoscopy then He KNEW this would happen and there is a reason for it.  Perhaps something was missed.

11 am to 6 pm  Continual trips to the bathroom.  Every time I tried to drink water or chicken broth or eat jello it would just go right through me.  I stopped eating at 1 pm trusting the nurse when she said I would be fine with just the IV.

Got to share with the nurse a bit about John and I’s testimony.  Shared my personal struggles with her to which she opened up and shared as well.  For a moment there I thought I was there for her but God had MUCH bigger plans than just one person.

So to set the scene where it stopped being about me, after all I am in the palm of God’s hand and I trust He knows what He is doing.  I am in a room with another lady.  Her curtain was pulled all the way around her bed.  She was coughing continuously.  I felt bad for her and this is where compassion had to become the path I would choose.

6:45 pm  Start drinking the stuff for the colonoscopy prep.  Starts working almost immediately and I can no longer handle the IV and get to the bathroom in time so I am reduced to using the commode and it’s pretty much where I sat for the next 3-4 hours.  I kept trying to move farther and farther away from the curtain so as to be a bit hidden.

7 pm  My roommate’s family comes to visit her for a little while.  I over hear the conversations and the final conversation she had with her husband before he left for the night was that she thought she was dying.  His response was “Please don’t say that, you are scaring me.”  He stayed a little while longer watching televison with her and then left.

8:30 pm  My husband comes up to say goodnight and felt strongly compelled to pray for my roommate.  Somehow he had met her parents on his way up to see me and he felt God was asking him to pray.  As he was praying with her I prayed too.  I thought I heard her say, “You are so kind”  but later I found out she said, “You are just in time.”

9:30 pm – 10:30 pm  I can’t really explain what happened next except there was an atmosphere shift.  Things just felt eerie.  As the cleaning out process was raging through my body I was unable to move so I began to text my husband.  We prayed for strongholds to be broken and for the comforter to come.  We prayed for ministering angels to come as well.  Things started to wind down and peace came.

10:30 pm  Lights out!  Okay this is the part of the story when I knew this whole ordeal was about compassion.  This was my chance to pass a test concerning bitterness and selfishness.  Now remember, I knew God was in this and medically I would be okay so obviously this was not about my health completely.  At 10:30 my roommate got up and asked the nurse in the hallway if there was a “Lights Out” time to which the nurse said no and then proceeded to ask me if I would mind turning my light off.

Ummmmm…WHAT?  Here is where the offense and bitterness could have really taken hold.  I am immobile at the moment, yes, however, you really want me to sit in the dark and continue this cleaning out process?  I felt that check in my spirit and told the nurse she could shut off the light.

In that very moment I knew that my suffering was temporary and that I was going to be okay, I did not know that for sure for her.  Compassion arose as I put myself in her shoes.  She had been sick since January and awaiting test results concerning her liver and kidneys…I knew my outcome would be favorable..she did not.

10:45 pm “Do you mind if I shut the door?,” she asks through the curtain.  Sigh!  At least I had the light from the hallway and now if she shut the door I was reduced to the light under the bed and a security light.  My reply, “Nope, I don’t mind at all.”

11:00 pm  Restlessness.  Snoring.  Tapping.  More and more coughing.  I texted my husband and prayed some more.  Felt like we were battling for her.  She used the restroom and then after what seemed a long time she returned to bed and took her last few breaths.

11:30 pm Dead silence and then a whirlwind of activity arose in the room.  Lights were flipped on.  Code blue was called.  They began CPR and were trying their best to bring her back.  As I sat there on the edge of the bed (my cleansing was just about over it seemed)  I overhear a nurse say that they needed to get me out of the room.

Here is yet another chance for offense.  My phone was almost dead.  My charger was in the wall and I cannot reach it.  I am still not sure I am done cleaning out.  AND now I have to leave my room, walk past my roommate without looking in that direction and go to a different room.

I chose compassion.  Even as they left me in another room with yet another roommate, with no commode and a phone which was almost dead I knew this was not about me.  It was probably at least 45 minutes before they checked in on me and all I could say when the nurse asked if I was okay was , “I am fine.  I want to know that you are okay.”

**side note..my husband asked me why God let her die to which I said we don’t get to decide Jesus does.  Perhaps (not knowing what her test results would have been) taking her home to heaven was Him healing her.  I remember hearing her say Jesus several times as she was struggling in that last hour.  If this medical issue had to happen so that my husband could pray the love of the Father over her then nothing was in vain.  Jesus left the 99 to come after her and what an honor that He chose my husband and I to be His co-labors.

My friends this is compassion.  Putting the needs of others before yours in any circumstance KNOWING God is in control and you are in the palm of His hand.

SATURDAY

8 am  Colonoscopy #2  Discovered I was bleeding around one of the clamps.  Doctor said I was 1 in 1,000 cases.  Boy did I feel special knowing that only 1 in 1,000 people have to do two colon cleanses back to back….

9:30 am  Back in my room still a bit groggy.  Since I had not slept at all Friday I thought this would be a great opportunity to get some much needed sleep.  I thought wrong.  My new roommate was this very sweet lady who was going to have her second stomach cancer surgery in the morning.  At first I thought we were just going to be roommates but my compassion kicked in again and we began sharing stories.  Then just as I was about to sleep she began to call everyone on her phone list to let them know when her surgery would be and where she was.

Here again a chance to be offended especially since now I am sleep deprived.  I still chose compassion.  She was facing cancer.  I was fixed back up.  So I put my headphones in and turned up some worship music.

10:30 am  Roommates entire family shows up…I have decided sleep is drastically overrated and just give up.  BUT then I have to use the restroom..ugh..there goes any shred of dignity I may have had left as I proceeded to parade to the bathroom in my beautiful hospital gown amongst all of her closest freinds and family.

So the rest of my day consisted of attempted sleep, clear liquid diet, chatting with my roommate and blood draws.  AND THEN the crushing news came that I would not be able to go home when my husband got out of work.  I cried.  Literally sat there and cried as the doctor left the room.  I was just devastated.  I just wanted to go home.  I just wanted sleep.  I just wanted all of this to be over.  I argued with God for a bit and I knew I was not going to win.  He had one more assignment for me.

12 pm blood draw

(clear liquids only)

6 pm blood draw

(liquid diet..lol  pretty much the same as clear liquid)

I was beginning to let fear arise in me every time it got close to a blood draw time.  They were having difficulty finding a place to draw.  I was also becoming fearful of eating anything because I was not absolutely positive the bleeding had stopped.  Now everyone who knows me knows I do not have panic attacks or allow fear to run rapid in my life.  I am sure part of it was being over tired and hungry but I am a feeler so I am sure I was picking up some of the fear which lingers in hospital settings.

9:30  My husband comes to tell me good night.  My roommate had taken a sleeping pill and was sleeping soundly.  I FINALLY feel like I can sleep.  I did!  Woke up feeling like I had won the lottery.  I thought I had slept for like 6 or 8 hours and I had missed the midnight blood draw only to discover is was 8 minutes to 12 and anxiety erupted as I heard her coming down the hall.

I drifted in and out of sleep counting down the time to my last blood draw and banking on the promise from the doctor that I would be her first stop and I would be able to go home.

7:20 am  Doctor says I can go home!  I have to order breakfast first and then I can get dressed and call my husband.  Man, I could not get to that phone fast enough to order breakfast!

7:30 am  Calling down for breakfast and start chatting with the lady about what I would like and one thing leads to another.  I discover her husband had a heart attack that Monday and they were facing a great deal of testing in the near future.  I was able to speak life into her situation and give her some encouragement.  My final assignment.  I could go home.

 

In conclusion God did so many amazing things while I was in the hospital.  I learned what true compassion was.  I learned to put myself last and others first.  I was able to pray for a dying woman, the nursing staff, the lady with stomach cancer and the kitchen staff all while I was dealing with my own emotions and health issues. I learned Jesus comes for the 1.  He will always come for the one.  I was not 1 in 1,000 I was 1 in 100 and He left me to go search out the others.  He knew I was okay right where I was and came seeking those who were lost.

One last thing which I call the icing to my cake….I was a bit worried because now I had lost two days of work.  Things were already a bit tight and I was not looking forward to seeing how low my paycheck was.  As I opened the envelope to discover the amount could not have been figured correctly…it was way more than I expected.  I flipped the check over to discover we had received a bonus. There was enough to cover my two missed days with some left over.  God is so faithful to those who follow after Him.

God is so good.  God is so kind.  His love is overwhelming.  He will leave the 99 to find the one every time!  I encourage you to listen to the song “Reckless” by Cory Asbury.  Tune out everything else and just listen to this song.  I believe God will speak to you through the lyrics.  

Reckless Love

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Play Nice

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Ever have one of those intense days at work when one minute everything seems to be going well and then all of a sudden you are in the middle of chaos and there is nothing you can do to stop it?  It’s like one thing happens and you shrug it off and push forward and then something else goes wrong and you try to fix it but while you are fixing that situation a worse one pops up and soon you have a snowball of messes that cannot be untangled.  Well, that very thing happened to me just the other day.  I will keep the details vague because I don’t need to name names or be specific about the issues.

So I work in fast food.  Five days a week.  45 hours.  And for the most part I love my job.  But in the 29 years that I have worked in this industry I have noticed that the crew work ethic has changed and so have the customers.  It is getting more difficult to work in this environment and I really don’t understand why except to say that we live in a different world now.  With restaurants offering more and more options it makes the crews job more difficult and can at times be confusing and frustrating.  What keeps me here you may ask, well it’s my love for people in general and that’s why this particular day was so sad.

It was a normal busy Saturday.  Crew were preparing for the day.  Customers were trickling in.  Things were going smooth and it was business as usual, until someone was an hour late.  We started to get very busy and being one person short just put us behind the game very quickly.  As we began to run out of product and the lines were building, my frustration was growing.  Considering that fact that my back was hurting  from a previous injury, I was not really myself and at one point I lost it and began speaking firmly and loudly about product not being made properly.  Of course a customer over heard the commotion and I had to personally deal with that later.

We just kept getting busier and busier.  Probably could have used one or two more persons but with limited availability there was no one to call.  So we just pressed in and did our best.  Finally things began to turn around and we had a break in the rush to catch up, but not for long because the lines began to grow again.  In the middle of all of this, a customer approached the counter asking to speak with a manager.  Now mind you I was frustrated, in pain and still busy as I confronted this customer.

She began to explain a situation which had happened hours prior to her coming to speak with me.  To save time, it was an incident where she felt her daughter was being teased by one of my employees for they way they reacted to a situation in the lobby.  I began to apologize and she interrupted me and said I should be apologizing to the daughter, so I started again only to be interrupted once more for the mother to tell me I was scolding her daughter instead of apologizing.  In that moment I realized I was not going to be right no matter how I approached this so I just became quiet.

What happened next was the lesson for the whole day.  The lady began to tell me that no matter what the situation is that we all just need to be nice to one another.  She further explained that everyone has different things going on in their lives and we need to be sensitive to that fact.  I agreed with her and tried to smooth things over the best I could and then she said to me so matter of factually, “I just found out last week I have cancer.”

What do you say in a situation such as this?  My heart filled with compassion and I wanted to just sit her down and pray with her.  She was hurting and all she wanted to do was protect her daughter,  It really wasn’t about what happened early, it was simply the fact that she wanted us all to be nice to each other.  At the end of the day what do we remember?  Did I pause to reflect on how busy we were?  No I prayed for this woman who had come into my restaurant pleading for someone to be nice to her daughter.  This was a large lesson in humility and compassion.  A lesson I will not soon forget.

Dear Lord, Please help us to be aware of those hurting around us.  Teach us to be nice no matter where we go or whatever we are doing.  Help us to see the good in others and be able to respond rather than react in everyday situations.  Lord forgive us for the times we are ungrateful and unfriendly towards those around us.  We thank you for the Holy Spirit who guides into right thoughts.  In Jesus Name Amen

A Tiny Key

Jesus said, “Today is salvation day in this home! Here he is: Zacchaeus, son of Abraham! For the Son of Man came to find and restore the lost.”
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I cannot pretend to understand the love between a father and son, as I am a mother, however I can comprehend love.  It would stand to reason that when a father sees his son for the first time it brings upon the man a flood of emotions.  Suddenly here is this child dependent upon him for love, attention and guidance as he grows up.  Maybe for some it seems like the most impossible task, only because of how they view who they are.  All I know is that a father’s love is not only needed but it is strong desire in each of as we learn and grow into the things of this world and its relationships.
Tragedy can strike any time.  Separations happen.  Divorce is ugly.  Love can be tainted.  Relationships can be torn.  Life can throw a multitude of failures at us.  Yet, we push through.  We survive the jungle of lies and traps as we grow closer into a relationship with God.  For those who have been raised without a father in their lives, no matter the circumstances, they may have a distorted picture of who God really is. Depending on the picture our fathers painted in our lives, we may see God as angry or distant or too busy or unloving or uncaring or just not there.  Some may feel abandoned or unwanted.  Others may feel rejected and misunderstood.  There is a multitude of different ways to see God, and many of the perceptions of the broken among us is wrong.
Today, right before my eyes I witnessed God in His most elaborate form, fatherly love.  My husband crossed a bridge to a whole new level of God in the matter of minutes.  Being reunited with his father after several years of absence and false emotions, I saw the love a father has for his son brimming in the eyes of a very broken man.  I do not have all the details of the past, but today was what was relevant.  In a moment of pure forgiveness, God melted the hearts of two men and has begun a restoration in them both.  For my husband it was seeing God in a whole new light as a loving, caring Father who has hopes and dreams for His beloved children.  For John’s dad, hope was restored,along with a good dose of acceptance.
Healing has begun.  In just one moment of time, forgiveness, a tiny key, opened a doorway to new love.  A doorway down a path of restoration and new revelation.  Our God is a God of restoration.  I do not have enough words to describe the restoration process in my life, let alone what He is doing in my husbands’ life.  I encourage you to spend some time with God and seek Him and His love.  Let Him reveal Himself to you as the loving Father that He is.  If you think God is mad at you for your failures, you are wrong.  If you think He can’t possible love you, you have a misconception about Him.  If you think you have to fix everything in your life before you can return to Him, the devil has you deceived.  Choose right now to see Him in a different light.  Let go of the hurt.  Forgive yourself.  See Him for the love He has for you.  It’s not too late.  He is waiting for you.

Everyday is New Year’s day!

Lamentations 3:22-24 (msg)

22-24 God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out,
his merciful love couldn’t have dried up.
They’re created new every morning.
How great your faithfulness!
I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over).
He’s all I’ve got left.

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I will be upfront and personal:  Brenda does not make New Years resolutions or is not very good at setting goals.  With that said, is it time for a new direction?  Perhaps the New Year is a chance to just change something in ones life.  What if January 1st is just another ordinary day?  Every day in life is a chance to change.  Every morning offers a new opportunity to make a difference in your life.  Every day we awake, His mercies are new so why can’t it be New Years Day everyday?
If we want to be different in personality or reactions, where do we start?  What if we fail? (over and over and over and over again) Life is short but the connections we make here on earth are forever.  I have read testimonies of those who have gone to heaven and come back about all the people they recognized.  What we do here on earth matters.  So how do we transition to this new creation if the old-self wants to butt in all the time?  Not easy for sure. Let me share a little story from my past.
A few years ago a prophetess came into town and spoke a word of knowledge deep into my soul.  It was a simple message and one that I understood immediately. “If you don’t start loving my people, I cannot move you forward.”  Well, not the easiest thing to receive especially in front of a group of Christian people, but I certainly knew I had room for improvement in this area of my life.  Yes, I was one of those people everyone loved at church but in the workplace I was not the nicest person.  I was often sarcastic.  I had no tolerance for stupidity.  I had very little patience when things were not done my way.  How did I change this? Carpet time and choosing to make a change.
I began seeking God every chance I had in services asking Him to change me from the inside out.  Once I made the choice to change and asked God for help, things became easier because He began to show me the hearts of other people.  He started giving me a heart of compassion like I had never known before.  I began to see how people’s pasts played an important role on how they react to things now.   I have learned to respond and not react to situations for the most part.  Yes, there are times when I lose it and have to start over but I am not giving up.
So what do you want to change this year?  Do you want to start today or is your New Years Day January 10th? Or March 3rd? Or August 14th?  You get to choose because changing begins with you and God.  Choosing to change means you are ready to take a step in a new direction and only you can determine when you want something different for your life.  As for me, I am not sure yet what my New Years Date will be, I am not sure what I am ready to change at this point.  Perhaps choosing to love more or having more compassion.  All I know is that I have to be ready to make a change in my life because I am the one who will have to go through the process.  So Happy New Years to those who are moving forward today and Happy New Years whenever to those who are not quite ready.  Just remember, every day is a chance to change….you get to choose!

Pollinate the World

James 1:22

The Message (MSG)

22-24 Don’t fool yourself into thinking that you are a listener when you are anything but, letting the Word go in one ear and out the other. Act on what you hear! Those who hear and don’t act are like those who glance in the mirror, walk away, and two minutes later have no idea who they are, what they look like.

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Becoming a Christian is a full time journey.  We need to read our Bibles. Spread the Gospel to everyone. Follow the laws of the land. Go to church. Be who Christ designed us to be. Listen to God. Wait on God. Move when the Holy Spirit directs.  Lead by example.  Apply the Word of God to our lives. Work out our salvation.  Help the poor.  Have compassion. Don’t lie, steal or cheat. I could go on and on with things and it would soon be so overwhelming no one would want to follow after Jesus.  How about making it so simple that it would not seem like such a chore?

Love. Simple and to the point, love. Period, that is the one thing we need to be a Christian and this stems right back to God.  He loved us so much He gave us His only Son.  Because of LOVE we exist. Because of LOVE we find compassion for others.  Because of LOVE we want to share the Gospel.  Do you get what I mean?  God is LOVE and His only desire is to LOVE.  We will read the Bible because we want to experience His LOVE. We will have a desire to be more like Jesus because we want others to experience LOVE.

There is that old song that says it’s love that makes the world go round, well it’s love that created this world.  If we could all only grasp that being Christian simply takes only one ingredient LOVE, we could change this whole world for Jesus.  I encourage us all to become revived.  Fall in love with Jesus everyday.  Be filled with a desire to LOVE others even those who seem unlovable.  If we all take one big giant step of faith right now and stretch our arms open wide and proclaim into the heaven’s that we are loved, then perhaps today we could make a difference.

comPASSION

1 John 3:17

If someone has enough money to live well and sees a brother or sister in need but shows no compassion—how can God’s love be in that person?
018compassionSo Jesus saved us.  We are covered by His grace from the moment we accepted Him as our savior.  Most of us can remember the feeling we had the moment we entered into salvation.  The joy which bubbled up.  The happiness that flooded our hearts.  We were ready to tackle the world for Jesus.  Suddenly we wanted the whole world to know about what Jesus did for us on that cross.  What happened to our compassion for some of us?  How did we lose that moment we had when we were saved?  When was the last time we even mentioned Jesus to anyone?
I am just as guilty as the next person.  There have been times when I should have shared Jesus with a complete stranger and I chose not to.  How many times have I been too busy to share Jesus?  Too many times to count I would say over the last 37 years since I have been saved.  I keep getting this reoccurring theme in my head:  love one another and spread the Gospel.  Love one another.  It is the last commandment Jesus gave His people.  Love one another.  How do we do this?  Where do we find the compassion to take the time to not walk away when we know someone is hurting?
Spread the Gospel.  Many times I have said, why should I share it with this person?  They are just going to push me away and not listen. What if they don’t even care?  Well, the truth of the matter is if people reject what you are sharing about the gospel then they are not rejecting you, they are in reality rejecting Jesus.  If this happens then move on to the next person.  If we don’t start sharing the gospel, how many will perish in hell?

If Jesus had enough compassion to die for us then we should have enough passion to share the story so others may feel the joy and happiness we once felt.  We need to begin to search our hearts and relocate the passion we once had burning for others to be saved.  I know I get shy sometimes and I hold back but every time I hold back what good is it doing?  We need to come to the realization that yes we have families and jobs because we are a part of this world, however once we are in Christ our responsibilities increase concerning the Kingdom.
I pray right now that all of us receive a dose of passion to increase our compassion. There are so many hurting lost people out there that need to hear some Good News.  We need to be so tired of seeing pain and agony that our hearts swell up with this overwhelming desire to share Jesus with everyone we meet.  We need to stop passing up opportunities and trust God to have already opened the door before we pass that person on the street.  Close your eyes after you read this and remember the moment you chose to let Jesus into your heart……don’t you want to open that door for someone else?

Stuck On Stupid

Colossians 3:13

New Living Translation (NLT)

13 Make allowance for each other’s faults, and forgive anyone who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others.

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I prayed before I decided to go forward with this blog and I believe the Holy Ghost will guide my words so as not to offend anybody because that is not my intention.  My purpose in writing this is to show how God works in my life and to show how in this situation God really opened my eyes to something He needed me to understand.

 

A few years ago I was prayed over by a Prophetess and she said I needed to learn how to love God’s people or He wouldn’t be able to move me forward in my ministry.  As I stood there weeping on that altar I chose to begin to change.  No more sarcasm.  No more mean thoughts.  No back biting.  No more gossip of any kind.  No more anger.  All these thoughts were running through my head at that very moment.  I was eager to do exactly what God wanted me to do and I was going to do it to the best of my ability.

 

Well, that sounded good on the altar but once I stepped back into the world I felt like I had to be in defense mode again and sarcasm began to flow.  I felt like  a failure and soon got very discouraged, so I began to pray.  I asked God to open my eyes to what He wanted me to see and boy did I get an eye-full.  If I began to talk about somebody,God would show me their heart.  If I started to speak sarcastically, He would show me what it looked like to the person I was saying it to.  When I thought people were doing something I thought was stupid, God would show me why they were doing the particular act.

 

Day after day as I prayed, God began to show me how to have compassion.  He taught me to love no matter what and to meet people right where they were.  I also learned that we all come from different homes and people learn different things according to what they have been exposed to.  As I began to see that people are a product of their background I could finally understand why some people just seemed not to get things like I did.  I began to have this overwhelming compassion for people. Suddenly I wanted to understand rather than hide behind sarcasm or speak negatively about someone.

 

The more I began to understand what having compassion meant, the more doors God opened for me.  The more I listened to His heart, the more I could love His people even if I did not understand why they didn’t have a desire to change their circumstances.  I used to get so frustrated when people chose to stay in chaos instead of seeking God as an answer to peace.  I know now that I have to have a Christlike lifestyle everyday so as to draw all men unto Jesus.  Even when I am not talking about Jesus, I should be acting like Him.