So, after writing my blogs this week, I got a chance to practice.
Someone in my department messed up and had to leave.
My boss and I both liked this person, and so we were temporarily discouraged. We were imagining all this bad stuff that was going to happen to them because they were jobless. By the grace of God, I began to pray for this person in my heart. I saw them, with their hands uplifted to the Lord in praise, joy sparkling in their eyes. I knew I had to turn the verbal and faith train around. I thought of David, and how he had to encourage himself. How he reminded himself of the things God had done. How David considered who God was as he went to face big ole Goliath. I said, You know what? No, the devil will not have this person. I just saw them with their hands lifted to the Lord, in love and joyful. God has a plan for their life, and nothing they do can mess that up. Ishmaels may be born, but Isaac will come to pass. My feelings may be hurt, my heart may be broken, but I will continue to speak life over this person, regardless of what I see or how I feel. I have been praying for them, and it's already done. The promise of God will be fulfilled. I had to remind myself of what God had done with me, as messed up as I was, and still am. How His big, loving hand reached down into the pit that was and sometimes is my life, and scooped me up. Thank you, Jesus! No matter what, I will lift my eyes to the hills. I will worship. It's who I am. God's banner over me is love.