One of God’s gifts, the gift of spiritual leadership, is to win. Unbeknownst to me, her regular, subtle vocalized disdain for my personal victories were too much for her appreciation.
I was only a babe, being unaware that it was perfectly legal to cut her and her clique off. First, I created space by removing her from social media channels. That wasn’t enough so I cut off all contact with her. She came back and took even more. And yet, there is still more to this story. A much more interesting opponent bewitched me. She was a storyteller; a white-lie-teller; a hoaxer, if you will. She was a relative; someone whom I hope to never witness again.
I wondered often what was the purpose of affixing me to white-lies, exasperations, and tall tales if I was only a babe in Christ and a member of the pastor’s congregation? Rather than shutting the rumors down, those women vied to shut me down. Maybe it was their inability to reorganize my entire life “for me” that caused them to hate me so. No man desires another’s autonomy except to flatline their will.
