This past week, I was asked to think positive thoughts and pray over my enemies. At first, I balked. Instantly. First, I don’t have enemies. I’m too nice and forgiving of a person. Right? But then right behind that thought, names came to mind and faces appeared.
Great.
See, the problem is not that I have enemies. I’d guess you’re in that boat too. The problem is that I hate my enemies. Some are shadows from a long time ago. Some have left a few fresh wounds. But the thought of sitting down and writing out nice thoughts, prayers of blessings and hoping for the best for them?
Let’s just say, it’s been a long week.
And yet, those ropes that have tied me down–some for decades–have begun to be cut.
No, freedom from the pain, anger and, in some cases, hate, has not been instant. This process hasn’t been some magic pill that just changes overnight. But, I am sawing through those ropes, frayed piece by piece. I can feel the tension loosening as I attempt to see these people as how God sees me.
Not an enemy.
Tag, you’re it. Leave a comment below and let me know how it goes for you too.
