My boss has released me from being nice to a person here who hates me. I'm ashamed to say so, but often our conversations deteriorate into 4th grade bickering matches, loudest person wins. I can not make her like or respect me and I've honestly just been waiting for permission not to have to like her.
Oh...but my Father says I have to love her.
Ye have heard that it hath been said, Thou shalt love thy neighbour, and hate thine enemy. But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you; That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust. For if ye love them which love you, what reward have ye? do not even the publicans the same? And if ye salute your brethren only, what do ye more than others? do not even the publicans so? Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect. Matthew 5:45-48
No, I guess I am not released.
So, Father God, bless her in her work, in her family and in her faith. Draw her closer to you and wrap her in Your perfect love. And the next time she gossips about me or gives me a hard time, love her even more and help me to do the same.
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
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