Sunday, June 6, 2010

The Rest of the Story...

*Disclaimer: If you didn't read "Did you just spit on me?" blog please read before this one so you can know where I'm coming from.*

Where were we? Oh yes...Well, last Friday was a crazy day to say the least...My mother always says that the enemy tries extra hard to get us down on Fridays because he knows the Sabbath is fast approaching and wants to mess up your whole mind from focusing on what IS important on God's Holy day...and the enemy had a plan for me this past Friday, but God's plan was bigger and better.

So, after the male (I say male because real men don't spit on others) spit on me I was so in shock even though a million things passed through my head (including the thought of Jesus being spit on), I just watched him leave the garage...I wanted to make sure his demonic self wasn't going to circle the garage again and try to shoot me or attack me. As soon as he left the garage, I parked and went upstairs to the store I had to run the errand to and was still shaking physically. I instantly text messaged my best friend and told her what happened and she informed me that it was an assault. Some of you must be like, "DUH!" But in all honesty, I didn't know. Haha. I think my mind was just still numb and shocked. There happened to be a cop outside of the store and spoke to him and he was so disgusted! He then told me ask for the security tape and then press charges that way. After much thought and given the fact that I've watched so many movies (lol), I decided to not press charges because those things cannot be done anonymously and in turn he would know my full name...My prayer is simply that God touches that male's heart and mind to let him know that spitting in people's face especially a woman's face is despicable and uncalled for. Hopefully one day he will know the Lord one day...

When I left the shopping complex to go back to work, my nerves were still a little shot up, but I tried to put it behind me. As I was on North Capitol Avenue (or is it Street?) there was a minivan that kind of looked like the same minivan as of that male who spit on me so I instantly tensed up and my nerves went haywire because the light was green and people in the minivan started fighting with a guy who was selling water on the median strip...I heard the Holy Spirit and my uncle, who was a cop for 25+ years, in my head and didn't honk even though they kept bickering and the light was green. I was petrified when the guy who was selling water ran to get something and came back with a MACHETE!! I was like, "WHATTTT? Oh no! If I stay here I'm either going to get shanked/stabbed or get caught in the gunfire crossfire."

Check out this picture that I daringly took with my cell phone while the whole drama was taking place. To the left you will see the dude with the machete and you can see the doors of the minivan opening...(at this point, I was shaking!!!)
















Praise the Lord, the guy in the van (who didn't end up being the male who spit in my face) peeled out to the left and got out of my way. I kind of saw when the minivan guy charged out in the middle of mid-day traffic but I floored my accelerator and left as quick as I could.

At that moment I was driving but almost about to have a nervous breakdown...God truly protected me driving the couple of blocks to my job and thank you for that Lord! After finally getting to work I didn't want any of my co-workers to know what happened and I tried to "play it off..." Shortly after, my colleague gets a breaking news on his email that there was a shooting at Union Station (which is only 2 blocks from my job). Scary!! What was with all the violence? All I could clamor was "Jesus! Come soon!"

Needless to say that day I was so ready to get out of the city and go home...and happy to say that the enemy did not win in ruining my Sabbath! God's plan for bigger and better definitely came through for me once again!

XoXo,

Nissy

Friday, June 4, 2010

Did you just spit on ME??

Oh the things that happens to me...As most of you know I work in Washington, DC and today during lunch I went to run an errand within the city limits and was simply waiting for a parking space in an underground garage with my signal (like a good driver) and this male in a mini van started cursing me out because he claimed he couldn't get by and that there wasn't space (when he had plenty of space). I'm not kidding when I say he had demons in him because it was as if I had killed his newborn child--he was so angry!! I tried to move a little and he still stayed and kept cursing me out and he opens his window and I open mine as well to tell him that he can fit and that is when he hacked up a lot of phlegm and SPIT ON ME! It was a lot of spit...luckily I didn't have my window all the way down so the filthy spit sprayed my car window and it hit a portion of my hair and forehead...Amigos, I had never felt the way I felt in that instant before and I mean never. It felt as though I had been violated and essentially felt dirty.

I instantly thought of Jesus when he was on Calvary and how He got spit on not just once, but various times and He didn't have a car window to partially block Him, but He was fully exposed and got spit on everywhere... There is no way I can compare myself to Jesus because what He went through was on a totally different level, but knowing how it is to be spit on is horrific and just having a little taste of what Jesus went through for many hours puts things into perspective for me spiritually...Our Savior went through so many unspeakable things during the last hours of His existence on earth and all for us. And if it had to die just to save ONE person, He would have done it...Amazing...

So, I feel like when I sin it's almost like "spitting" on Jesus because sin is so disgusting and vile...I don't know about you, but I personally don't want to "spit" on Him anymore...This unique situation also made me remember this passage in the Desire of Ages that I absolutely love and think we should all act upon it more often:

"It would be well for us to spend a thoughtful hour each day in contemplation of the life of Christ. We should take it point by point, and let the imagination grasp each scene, especially the closing ones. As we thus dwell upon His great sacrifice for us, our confidence in Him will be more constant, our love will be quickened, and we shall be more deeply imbued with His spirit. If we would be saved at last, we must learn the lesson of penitence and humiliation at the foot of the cross."
Desire of Ages; page 83.

I pray each and everyone of you are truly Blessed this Sabbath...

XoXo,

Nissy