Blessed

Wrote down this story for a friend, so tot post it here too... for more utility value :)

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To a dear sister:

I would like to share a little story with you. There was once I had a superior at my workplace who didn’t like me. She would scold me very severely for every single minor mistake I made. One time she called me into her office, and called me names, said how terrible I was and predicted the failure of my whole career on the spot. Only after abusing me for half an hour did she finally brought out the “accusations” of my crimes. In the end these were trivia things, most of which were not true, a few of which were things I was not aware of. But what mattered to her was calling me names, not finding out the truth, so she achieved her purpose.

Immediately after the incident, I was in shock. I asked myself if I was really that bad. It took me a while to realize that I had been verbally abused. I felt as though all those names and abuses were a rain of curses that fell on me. I felt so cursed. I had nightmares about this person for the whole time I was under her thumb, and for months afterwards. I would dream or imagine that she’s somewhere scrutinizing me in judgment, trying to squeeze out some mistake somewhere, so that she can rain more curses on me. I was like living in the shadow of the curses that she had heaped on me.

One day I heard the words of a familiar song “I’m blessed beyond the curse, for His promise will endure.” And suddenly I realized, yes, I’m blessed beyond any curses that people can curse me with, because I’m blessed by God Himself! I’m blessed because Jesus died for me to take away those curses. I cannot be cursed! And any curses and abuses thrown at me will surely not reach me because I’m under God’s shield, and there are no loopholes in His shield. I’m living under His blessing, not under people’s curses.

That didn’t mean I was completely healed that minute. It took me a long time to learn in my heart that I’m indeed blessed by God so that curses cannot come in, and to learn to reject the curses. But I held on these words “blessed beyond the curse”.

I don’t know if this story will mean anything to you, but just want to bless you with the words of this song that spoke so much to me.


Trading My Sorrows

I'm trading my sorrows

I'm trading my shame

I'm laying them down for the joy of the Lord

I'm trading my sickness

I'm trading my pain

I'm laying it down for the joy of the Lord

I'm pressed but not crushed

Persecuted not abandoned

Struck down but not destroyed

I’m blessed beyond the curse

For his promise will endure

That his joy's gonna be my strength

Though the sorrow may last for the night

His joy comes with the morning