I was called a hater tonight. At my small group. The new one. The one I was nervous about starting. Yeah, that one. Why? 'Cause as I was getting a high-five as a goodbye, and said hey: Hi Five Rockstar....lol and he answered...."you're a hater. You're a hater". I'm like what?.....I'm a Lover, not a Hater. Besides, I like you.
Wow. I am a hater. Aw, he said he was just busting on me, to which I replied, yeah, you are Italian, so that seems about right. ( I am Italian.) Ahem, I said it because I am also Italian.
The funny part was 10 minutes prior, myself and two women were praying for each other, and one said to me, God will test your will. You are praying to rid yourself of getting easily offended,
so be prepared, you will be tested. You will be tested.
And then BAM, ten minutes later I'm a hater comes out of some guy's mouth as a joke. Me being the butt if it. Was I offended? At first, hell yes. Did I think of the prayer we just prayed about God testing me. Heavens YES! God works FAST!!
Let me be perfectly clear. I am not a hater. A dweller, yes. A self- deprecating, sarcastic, blunt, Larry David, Louis C.K. loving woman....yes...no denying that.
But a hater. No, I love C.S. Lewis, Tim Keller, Joyce Meyer and Ann Voskamp even more.
I am layered like an onion; like Shrek.
Not Christianese. Not saccharine sweet, not a fluffy, squishy kisser upper. Nope.
And as the Pastor said tonight during prayer, God loves each one of us, just as we are. (Mr. Darcy also said that to Bridget Jones, just sayin').
So I figure God is testing me on how not to be so easily offended. And it's working.
'Cause I am not a hater. And I don't hate him for saying I am. I don't hate anybody.
Thank you God, keep testing me, molding me, so I will NEVER be offended again.
PS: No offense to the guy I am writing about....
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