Over and over. Over and over. I hear the words.
Blessed are the Peacemakers.
I don't even want to hear the, "because." Just the reminder. I hear it as direction from The Father.
"Vicki, daughter, you are to be the Peacemaker."
Oddly, I finished Peacemaker training not so long ago. And now I find myself in a horrible situation. A situation many of us have been through: transgression and gossip.
I was the transgressor.
And now I'm the transgressor not just to the one, but to many.
My flesh wants to fix it. To silence the stories that simply aren't true. To stop the third and fourth parties from talking about who I am. (It's gone a bit beyond my error.)
But God is speaking. "Patience. Strength." and "Blessed are the Peacemakers."
So I wait.
I have thought about taking the bowl of flour to the other. Writing the words.
Dispelling the thoughts.
Not really so much for my sake, though I would be glad.
But for the sake of the Body. And not the work community as a body. But for the sake of the Body of the Kingdom.
For now, I only trust God. I have to take every thought captive. (My hurting flesh thinks too much.)
I have to be patient for more of His guidance. I have to be diligent in prayer. I am called to be the Peacemaker. Even if I never consider the rest of the passage.
But simply, obey.
Because He has called me out of my fleshly pit and I am listening.
Pray with me?