We were about the
same age and had children about the same age. We spent a lot of time together
while the kids played and we talked and laughed. We did things together. We talked on the phone. I encouraged her and prayed with her as she suspected there was
something seriously wrong with her mother’s memory. They went to our church. She taught our son in pre-school. She attended the Bible study I taught. We were friends.
But I was
wrong. Very wrong.
And I had no idea
how wrong I was until I phoned her one afternoon to check on her…she had not
been to Bible study for a few weeks and had been acting distant. Different.
Aloof. Detached.
That phone call
changed much….and it changed me more than it should have.
She began to attack
everything about me...as a woman, as a mom, as a Bible teacher, as a friend—every aspect of
my life was hit. She then blasted my
husband and his leadership and his preaching.
Then it was our kids that were the target.
I was
devastated. I was a pool of blob on the
floor in tears. This conversation went
on for over an hour. I was immobilized. Shattered.
Distressed. Shocked. So very sad and hurt and wounded and
indignant and stunned.
One particularly troubling
statement she made was that she thought she was just a ministry to me. Something on my to-do list that I simply
checked off with each phone call and McDonald’s lunch and play date with the
kids.
A ministry and not a
friendship? Really? How did I let that happen? Was it me that failed or was it her that
misinterpreted? What was I to do with
this information?
Once I pulled myself out of my bed and the tears finally dried I decided to quit teaching Bible study. After all, she said I was a terrible teacher. I was hesitant and fearful about making friends. After all, she said I wasn't a friend.
I also wanted to quit being
a mom and a wife...because of what she said...but I couldn't...that was not feasible or practical. I certainly did not believe my husband was a poor leader or
an inept pastor nor did I believe what she said about my children but I did believe the dreadful
things she said about me.
I was terrible. Awful. Horrible. A terrible friend. Teacher. Everything. I believed it and acted on it.
Why did I believe what
she said instead of what God said? Why did
I give her so much power over the decisions I made?
This is what I now
claim over and over….something a dear friend shared…
“Stop giving people
and circumstances so much power in your life.”
I am now back teaching
Bible studies. I also realized that, yes,
friendship is a ministry….friends minister to each other all of the time and it
is beautiful and important and significant and OK….not something erroneous or
distasteful or objectionable.
- Who do you give way too much power to?
- What circumstances do you give way too much power to?
- What or who determines how you feel or think or react?
- Is it people or circumstances?
- Is it the Holy Spirit?
1 comment:
Amen Sister!
Post a Comment