Tonight my little sister and I went to paint. I did not get back to my side of town until almost 10. I stopped at my normal gas station and was on the phone with my sister explaining about a bible study to her. Then, a guy approaches me while I am on the phone...it took me a while to realize he was talking to me since he was clearly interrupting my phone conversation. I started to get anxious because in my prejudgment he and the guy he was with seemed sketchy. So, they gave me some sad story about how they needed gas and blah blah blah. I said that I would not give them any money but I would go in and prepay some gas for them. This is not me trying to tell you a good deed.
I pull out of the station and see them filling up a gas can. Oh ps they never said thank you...nothing. So, I drive by and I was going to turn around to get their tag number since I felt like they were up to no good.
I talked to a detective real quick and asked him to check them out and told him what car they drove. He looked for them to no avail. I told him I thought it was weird that they needed gas, their car was at the pump, and yet they were filling up a gas can. So, I ran back bye there in the name of "citizen watch" and they were gone. I went in and my friend Linda was getting off work. She didn't know I had come in at first. The attendant, Bill, knows me but not that well. So, he proceeds to tell me that they came back in and said I was their sister (one guy was white and one black) and they got the money back that I had prepaid for them. It made me so angry (my sister was sure I was going to try to scope them out since my family think I missed my calling of being in law enforcement...I sure would if I wasn't so little) but I had to give it over to the Lord and acknowledge that everything is His and He is the judge. They asked me and I gave it to them and all that I have is God's but they really just plain startled me.
I also had to realize that when handed over to our sinful wicked hearts we are so depraved as I stood there and thought about how I would never do something like that. I guess I could left to my own demise.
It made me furious and I had to remind myself that the LORD is the Judge.
So what do we do? Do we become jaded and never give because we have been wronged before? Or do we stick to what God's word says? These verses came to me in the car as I was fuming mad. I am still getting it out of my system because I wanted to track them down after that incident. Just being honest.
Luke 6:28-30
28bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you. 29If someone strikes you on one cheek, turn to him the other also. If someone takes your cloak, do not stop him from taking your tunic. 30Give to everyone who asks you, and if anyone takes what belongs to you, do not demand it back.
1 comment:
I hear ya, girl. Very similar things happen to us a lot here. I just remind myself that it's not my place as judge, and the Lord will honor my intentions for trying to help. Thank you for giving me a great scripture to put with that!
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