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Blessing Or Curse? Irony

Blessing Or Curse? Irony

I had just finished praying for my friend. We’d been walking and sharing story. There were tears, truth and frustrations and we were in suburbia so of course there were no cars and so we walked across the vacant road without so much as a second thought.

HONK. A horn sounded.

Waving I smiled. Suburbia. The land of safety and people who believe in Jesus. Within another minute the horn sounded again this time it was non-relenting. And without asking permission or even second guessing my right hand floated to give the driver in the car with the rude horn….the bird.

I wish I wasn’t me, somedays. I wish I was the friend of God whose hand never floated up to curse others every day. But instead,  I’m the friend of God who prays one minutes and flips people off the next.  That’s just the truth about me. I’m a spiritual contrarian one minute blessing the next cursing…

A little later in the day when I was thanking God and anyone else who would listen that no one I knew was in the car I gave the bird my phone ran.  The name that lit up on my cell phone was the name of one of my adopted mothers.   This adopted mother is approximately 80 years young and a holy spit fire for God and all things Jesus but has absolutely no tolerance for religious people.  The call was delightful and near the end, I nearly wrecked…

My 80 year old adopted mother ended our call by saying,  “I want you to know you are one in a million. I know, everyone is one in a million. But you, you are precious. You are absolutely precious my dear and if I could be there with your children- I’d let them know how blessed they are to have you for their mom. I love you. I love you to pieces.”

Swerve. Gulp. I thanked her and hit end call. And to think, I was also the spiritual contrarian who’d just given a suburbia driver the bird…

Pull over, stop or break out in a hallelujah? What should I do.

To bless or curse? This is the question.

I don’t know about you, but mostly I’m starved for verbal blessings. I know this because today I nearly crashed after allowing the words of my adopted mother penetrate my thick skin into my heart and  through the hardened part of my arteries that are always standing on guard and to the deep recesses of my soul where I’ve buried a sense of being under appreciated and perhaps even insignificant.

Clearly God has a sense of humor. Today I was graced with a blessing  right after I cursed a stranger. I’m no saint. I’m  just one of God’s crazy friends . And I assume this is why I’m still here…to keep practicing the blessing  thing. My take away is -every action, every word and deed offers me the opportunity to either bless or curse ..and based on what I know of God I think I’m suppose to be all about the blessings…and not so much the curses….

 

Blessing or Curse?

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Posted by on July 27, 2013 in Funny

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