INSPIRASUNS

I bet I got your attention with the title of todays little blog… Well, I was indeed mad last night. You see we had dinner with some friends who are, like many here, cleaning out their place to make way for it to be gutted. They needed a break, so I encouraged them to join us at the best place in town for pizza 🙂 .

Not long after arriving, and getting the important stuff taken care of, like ordering the beer, we got the update on their place. Our friends shared similar stories we’d heard over the past few weeks, the surge that literally washed through condo units, the boats in strange places, the sand everywhere, etc. But then they shared something else. They shared how, unfortunately, their unit has been looted as well. Very personal things were missing, like a box of coins that were a gift from our friend’s grandfather. These looters took personal things, they took memories. As if so much hasn’t already been lost, they’ve lost these precious items as well.

So, as you can imagine I was mad, like really mad. What in the world are people thinking? How in the world have we, God’s precious children gotten to this point that amid utter tragedy, we feel nothing, no pain or sorrow, but rather see an opportunity to take even more from those who’ve lost? I’m sorry, I simply cannot understand this behavior, and I cannot accept it.

When we got home and I made my way to the lanai to spend time with Father before turning in, I had to just sit. I thought a lot about those coins and the individuals that took them, and I could feel the anger, and yes the hurt rise. Then as I prayed, I dug deep to ask God to heal the hearts of those who took these items. I asked him to open their eyes to their wrongs to change their hearts.

It’s not easy to pray for those who have hurt you, or who have hurt those you care about. It’s not easy to pray for people who have clearly done terrible things. But, Father asks us to do just that. I don’t know why people do some of the things they do. I’m not perfect, and I make LOTS of mistakes and I hurt people too. I ask Father every day to forgive me for those missteps.

This morning, I simply ask that you pray with me that we, God’s children can come together to HELP, not hurt each other. Father, please be with us your children, help us to lift each other, to be there for each other, and to overcome the challenges of this life. Help us Father to always have you in our hearts and to share your love in all that we do. Amen.

Matthew 5:44
But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.