Hello, my dear friends. I mentioned a few posts ago that I felt a prompting from God a couple of weeks ago that asked me very clearly if I would still trust Him when it got really tough. I remember thinking, “oh boy, what am I in for?” But in my heart, I answered, “yes, Lord. I’ve trusted where You’ve led me this far, I will trust you when it gets really tough…”
Without sharing too much detail, I will share that a very close friend has experienced tremendous medical trials over the past two weeks, and, to be honest, spiritual attacks from all around have been coming my way and theirs. To say it’s been tough is the mildest understatement of the year. I have clung to those who love me for support, including, most importantly, my Lord and Savior. I’ve tried to be the best friend I could be, giving the doctors and their family members whatever information I could to try to help the situation, trying to keep their family members up to date with status.
One of the most surprising attacks I experienced was from one of my friends’ family members, who professes to be a Christian. They were nasty and rude to my face multiple times and sent various texts to me berating my character. I’ve chosen not to respond to them, with the exception of one reply to their message that my friends’ spiritual well-being was their primary concern. My reply was that it was my primary concern as well, which they followed up with more haughty nastiness.
When my friend first became ill, knowing this person professes to be a Christian, I thought it would make sense to gather together in unity to pray for my friend. Previous to these weeks, I had the utmost respect for this person, and had even hoped we could all become friends. I know that the Devil hates unity among Christians, and have no doubt this is part of the spiritual attack. I know deep down that they are hurting too, but I refuse to allow their insults thwart my friendship.
The reply I would have liked to send them, I’ll share with you all, my friends. Knowing they don’t follow my blog, they should never see it, though to be honest, it is as honest as I would be to their face. I just know that if I respond at all, they will just continue to find ways to twist my words or insult my character, and it just isn’t worth it. There is something cathartic about writing and sharing my reply with those I trust. Please feel free to tell me if you feel My answer does not honor God.
“With all due respect, you don’t know me or my story. You don’t know the path I’ve walked, either in sin or toward redemption. You don’t know my heart. Your opinion of me matters not to me. The only opinion that matters to me is that of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, and I can confidently say that I am secure in my relationship with Him. I choose to follow where He leads not matter what, and I will continue to support my friend while they rebuild their health and their own relationship with Jesus. Your judgement of me only makes you look like a Pharisee.”
I’m working very hard to take the high road. I’ve seen their true character and they are not “my people”.
Over the past two weeks I have been so comforted by so many scripture verses that I read and shared with my friend. Today, driving home from the airport, after a week-long business trip, parts of Psalm 23 came to mind:
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou are with me, Thy rod and they staff, they comfort me.”
“Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my enemies. Thou anointed my head with oil; my cup runner over”
My friends, be true. True to yourself and to God. Be kind. Do no repay evil with evil and turn the other cheek.
… and if you wouldn’t mind, please keep my friend and me in your prayers.