Marci read the short note. Rejected! Oh, how it hurt. She was a seasoned child of the King. Many years of hiding in His crucible .had stretched her faith, her trust, her obedience.
Glancing at the note again, she began to sob. “But Lord, how I loved doing this. Why this rejection…this reprimand? I thought I was serving you… as you wished.”
And so Marci shared her grief with Father. Only Father could heal her. Only Father could call her life worthwhile. Only Father held her life in His hands—none other!
And Father spoke
Rolling back the years we see Jesus being laid in the tomb. He is dead. The high priest gives the command.
“Roll the stone over His grave and seal it with the governor’s stamp.
That will take care of Jesus.”
And Father saw.
“Oh no! What am I going to do? I was okay until they rolled the stone
over my Son’s tomb.”
Marci began to laugh. Oh Lord, how ridiculous I’ve acted. Forgive my attitude. You are the One who orders my steps and opens doors.” And peace settled in her spirit.
But there was more
As one day followed the next, the Savior revealed Marci’s sin– bitterness…resentment…jealousy. It was an ugly picture. In her heart, she knew she had responded improperly to the note. It wasn’t a reprimand. There was no personal assault intended. It was strictly informational— that’s all. None the less, the enemy had set his bait…and Marci listened to his lie.
“People are against you… you’re being treated like a child… you’re worthless etc.”
Fear of rejection had haunted her for years making Marci an easy target. It wasn’t people—it was Marci—her issues, her heart.
Repentance came easily when Marci saw her sin. She was broken, before the One who was marred for her! “Oh, Jesus, all these years I’ve been had by the devil…I’m so ashamed.” Marci raised an angry fist.
A new day dawned on a woman’s heart. Once crippled by a baiting devil she saw clearly the enemy’s lure and repented of her hidden bitterness and fear of rejection. With the authority of Christ and His sword in her hand, she now stood ready to blaze the darkness and bring the captives home. A lifelong bait– at last was broken!