Oct 18, 2006 18:56
Last week on Tuesday, I made God sad.
I willfully and blatantly disobeyed a direction of the Holy Spirit and chose to fulfill the desires of my Spiritual Flesh. And even after deciding to do what I ultimately did, God gave me several opportunities to back out before the dubious deed was done. These warnings culminated the moment before the fall, with the question, “What are you doing?”
To which I responded, “I’m sinning.” And shut the door on obedience to God.
Later that night, having ‘repented’ with my sinful desires momentarily fulfilled, I was praying in tongues.
My brother heard me and snapped, “What did you just say?”
“I was praying.”
Hesitantly, he countered, “Oh.”
Not knowing what triggered his angryish snap, I told him again, “I was praying in other tongues.”
“That’s not what it sounded like.” He said still disapprovingly.
“Well, maybe what you heard was the interpretation.”
“I don’t think so. It sounded like you said, ‘I’m so very unhappy.”
He kept talking, I think about overcoming negative voices that try to get us to believe lies about ourselves, but I didn’t hear any of it.
I think he heard the interpretation.