Don’t Poke the Bear

“Hey, don’t poke the bear, buddy.”

We know what happens, the bear fights back. Not a good place for humans to be.

Discussing my elderly Dads progress with his therapist, I asked if she’d heard from his health insurance provider as to continued coverage. “Not yet” she replied. Simultaneously we said, “well, don’t poke that bear.” In his case, not hearing was good, meaning continued therapy coverage.

This phrase is playing out in my spiritual life in a good way. Let me explain.

As a 21 year old college student, I experienced a crisis pregnancy. I was a very new Christian, saved just six months. The father was not a steady boyfriend, rather an attractive distraction. A bad boy who literally left town at my news. My spiritual mother and mentor tucked me under her wing as I continued my coursework, attended church and studied my Bible.

I was counselled (and pressured) to place my daughter for adoption. I wanted her to have the family I could not provide at that time. Although heartwrenching, I felt it was a good decision. I stood on two verses, Isaiah 43:2 and Mark 10:28-29.

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you.
When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.

Mark 10:28 Peter began to say to Him, “Behold, we have left everything and followed You.” 29 Jesus said, “Truly I say to you, there is no one who has left house or brothers or sisters or mother or father or children or farms, for My sake and for the gospel’s sake, 30but that he will receive a hundred times as much now in the present age, houses and brothers and sisters and mothers and children and farms, along with persecutions; and in the age to come, eternal life.

Reunion photo-001In 1999, the Lord blessed Laura and I with a joyous reunion. Since then, Bill and I attended her wedding, rejoiced as they were blessed with children and had a long distance relationship. It allowed her heart and mine to begin mending.

Persecution has come.

But then … every good story has conflict, right? A battle for the protagonist to overcome is necessary. But this battle is religious – the Holy Spirit is a character, literally. Her spouse has limited our contact the past eight years. It felt I lost her a second time.

In 2015, breakthrough came in form of Facebook. I delighted in virtually seeing my grandchildren. I was grateful for that connection. But today I learned she deactivated her account. Sigh, tears … then … insight came. “Call him your son-in-love for love wins.”

This momma bear has been poked! Poked into prayerful spiritual warfare! Poked into prophetic decrees … enough is enough. My son-in-love is not my enemy. I choose forgiveness. I choose to fight from the strength of humility, on my knees, my sword sharp with the Word of God. Cutting every lie & dismantling spiritual strongholds with truth.

Do not mess with a praying grandma, one who believes every word that proceeds from God. Please prayerfully agree with me for God’s love to melt hardened hearts, and for restoration of these precious family relationships, in Jesus name, Amen.

 

 

 

 

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