I went to Bible Study last night, a place that has become rather foreign to me since I haven't gone for so long. But my friends kept inviting me and because I've been feeling somewhat useless being home with nothing else to do I said, why not. and went. I can't say that I enjoyed most of it, the reason being me not them. I have to admit that I didn't go in with the right heart and attitude. I know it. And it probably showed when I was the only one standing as far back as possible with my arms crossed lips sealed during praise. I felt my heart as cold and heavy as a rock. I can't worship with these people.. Not after what some of them did to me in the past. But at the same time I felt God tugging at me, urging me, reminding me to LOVE them. He just kept repeating to me, LOVE them, LOVE them, LOVE them. And of course, I just shooed the Voice away so I could carry on being stupid and immature.
It wasn't until the prayer session when some of the sisters and I huddled together to share prayer requests that God stirred in me. As each sister shared her most recent struggles I felt my cold heart melting away, one layer at a time. And as we went around lifting up prayers for one another, it was then that I began to see and feel the love of God again. I could see His sovereignty at work and I was totally rebuked at that moment.
When you pray with fellow believers, it does so much more than God listening to you; He entwines our hearts together so that we could support one another in our struggles and joys.
