Some days after the event, I continue to be amazed at discovering the transformative power of blessing.
I think this knowledge must have been known to all saints. But I’m guessing.
I’m surprised to find an area I’ve never given thought to.
The aspect of blessing that continues to fascinate me is the radical and almost instantaneous switch from being an old grumphead to being a sower of love, when I began to bless. The remarkable shift transfixes me.
Prior to that I’d waver back and forth between resenting and forgiving. Not an enjoyable space to be in. But I saw no escape.
I didn’t even recognize what was happening.
What inspired me to “bless” the distant relative woman whom I was having trouble forgiving?
The one clue I have is that I’d never think of blessing…
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