I am not sure of the wisdom of making this my second post, but this is where I am at.
As I have been walking and talking with the Lord, I have been amazed at what I am learning about my God and My Savior, Jesus Christ. I am praying that He would give me faith to take Him at His Word and believe Him. The more I read the Word and spend time in prayer with God, the more I believe in my heart what I know in my mind to be true. I have begun to act on this faith that God has given me and amazing things are happening!
God is my Savior! He is my Healer! He is my Provider! He is Holy! He has redeemed me and made me holy, too, by the blood of Jesus! God is mighty in power! Nothing is impossible for God! God is Love! He is more...so much more...but I am just getting to really know Him.
He wants me to love Him with all of my heart, my soul, my strength, and my mind, and He wants me to love my neighbor as myself (Matthew 22:37-39). I cannot love someone that I do not know. I am really growing in my love for my God as I spend time with Him and get to know Him for who He truly is. I know that if I say I love God, yet hate my brother, then God is not in me (I John 4:20), but I do struggle, at times, to genuinely love people. My love for myself still gets in the way of my loving others as Christ loves us. (Oh, Lord, change this about me. More of You, and less of me. Better yet, I want to die to myself so that I can truly live for You. Make it so. Amen!)
Yesterday, I was involved in conversation with several people and the discussion turned to health problems and vaccine issues. I was filled with such joy for what God had done for my family and for what He continues to do for us as we grow in our faith, that I wanted to share with the idea that I would pray for God's healing hand to be on the woman who was going in for an MRI at the end of the week. My intention was to give hope for healing through faith in our Lord who loves us so much.
I began to share how God had healed us and how it came to be, and I began to share how I was learning to trust God for everything, including issues that pop up with my children and issues that pop up relating to my current pregnancy (more on that later). I shared how I asked God for faith to believe that He would heal us, because His Word clearly says that there is a definite relationship between faith and healing. Jesus often said, "Your faith has healed you." (Matthew 15:28, Mark 5:34) and "According to your faith, it will be done for you." (Matthew 9:29) He also said that "anything is possible for him who believes." (Mark 9:23). When the disciples could not heal the boy who was seized by an evil spirit, Jesus rebuked them for their lack of faith (Mark 9:19). Clearly, healing is connected to believing. I praised God for His mighty works and I declared that, "God is a God who heals and He heals today." I encouraged my listeners to seek Him. I told them that I stopped seeking healing from the Lord, and when I began to seek Him He showed Himself to me, He showed me how much He loved me, and He showed me what He wanted to do for me.
What I did not know was that one of the women I was sharing with had lost a baby during childbirth less than two years prior and had experienced a miscarriage after that. She had just found out that she was pregnant and is now fearful about losing another child. Here I was proclaiming my joy and my thankfulness to a loving God who healed us and saved us! Here I was describing how I was trusting in God for every aspect of my current pregnancy and was testifying to God's mercy in taking away the pain of the varicose veins in my leg (3 days now with little to no pain and no need of support hosiery).
She called me aside and told me that I should be careful when sharing such things, because I may not know who is listening or what they have been through. She told me of her pain. I listened, stunned, and I did not know what to say. I knew that everything I was saying was true. I knew that what I was saying could and would be offensive to some. I understood her interpretation of my testimony to imply that her baby died because she did not have enough faith.
This is where I screwed up! I should have empathized with her in her pain. I should have acknowledged my sorrow for her that my words and my testimony brought her such sorrow. I should have hugged her and cried with her and reminded her that God can heal the pain of the past, but I didn't. Instead, I stopped to think about whether or not I should have said the things I said and I sought to defend my belief. I am certain that my response to her only brought her more pain. I should have acted differently, but I didn't.
Now, I am not wallowing in shame or beating myself up for my huge blunder. I messed up, BIG TIME! I can't change that, but I can learn from it. I confessed my sin to the Lord and talked to Him about what I can do, if anything, to remedy the hurt that I caused. He leads me in paths of righteousness. I am still waiting on an answer. I am able to call her or e-mail her, but I do not know yet if that is what I need to do. I do not wish to cause any further pain.
I am certain that it is always the right thing to do to proclaim God's Glory and to tell of His mighty deeds (Psalm 107:22). I do not think that I should hold back on declaring God's mercy for fear that it might cause someone pain to hear of it. I am certain that it is the right thing to do to encourage people, especially believers, to seek God, His kingdom, and His righteousness (Matthew 6:33). I think that I need to work on my response to people when they react to what I am saying (Colossians 4:6).