It’s interesting to contemplate that the Creator of the entire universe and everything in it, is at all concerned with us as individuals.
Thankfully, He doesn’t consider us, as we consider ants. Insignificant. A nuisance.
Crushable.
He loves each of us dearly, as His own children. Of course He suffers when we suffer, or sabotage our blessings… or hurt one another.
It’s incredible the lengths He will go to to save an individual life. Not just a life on earth, but more importantly, a soul.
Yesterday, I was driving home from work, and my forgiveness and love for my ex-husband was made whole. My first prayer to Jesus was answered via him.
He helped me, lol. He gave me money to keep my car from being repossessed. It was a miracle. If you knew him, our situation, you would understand.
However, I couldn’t help the bank would hold the check. They couldn’t explain it either. It had cleared his bank, but they held it for 10 days. The bank representative couldn’t explain it over the phone. Neither could the teller at the local branch. And neither could the bank manager, VP actually, who ended up threatening to call the police on me… as I made a bit of a scene.
I had to explain this to my ex, to which he replied, “YoU’rE nEvEr GoNnA sToP aSkInG fOr MoRe MoNeY!!!”
Which is crazy, because we had been split for years at this point, and I had never asked for money up until then. I never filed for child support, even to this very day.
Anyway… I blame the devil. He runs the banks.
Anyyywayyy… 🙄
Even now, my faith is being continually developed through the war he has waged against me (and my children). His hatred and anger is saving my eternal life… he is an instrument of God.
“But as for you, ye thought evil against me; but God meant it unto good, to bring to pass, as it is this day, to save much people alive.” Genesis 50:20
Upon reflection, this isn’t the first time God used him to save me. He showed up just in time to save me from my sociopathic boss in Boston. He saved me from narrowly being run over by a minivan in downtown HB.
The car didn’t even stop… until he punched the back window.
It helps me to think of these things. It helps me to pray for him. Because he is not my enemy. He is possessed by the spirit of anger, hatred, vengeance, retaliation, pride… but that is not who he is.
I wish I could give him a hug.
I love who he really is. I forgive him for trying to take my life from me… because he was doing his part to save me soul. The Lord used him to teach me patience and faith. He used him to dismantle my own anger and pride.
What a blessing it is to be hated…
“Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places, if you look at it right.”
- Jerry Garcia, The Grateful Dead