Yesterday while painting at the Boiler Room I had to put what God is teaching me (you know loving your enemy) into practice. I was enjoying the Jesus music I had playing and was just really relaxed and happy as I was working. Then someone else started talking ... and though they weren't even in the same room, never mind the same floor, as me, I could hear almost every word (most of which was profanity).
So instead of just turning up my music to cover them I decided to pray for them.
I can't explain to you how good it felt. I was overwhelmed with joy and peace.
Why don't I always do thing Gods way?!
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