She was a manager. And she was a Christian. Someone who came in Monday mornings talking about how good her church service was the previous day and how achy her body was from all her dancing and praising. But there was another side to her. She was a bully.
It was hard for me. I was much younger and naive. And I was clueless and fearful on how to handle it. And to be honest, I didn’t even know it was bullying. I just thought she was someone who knew how to ruin my day at work. A thorn in the flesh? I don’t know. All I knew was that I needed to forgive her.
I really wanted to forgive her, and I wanted to love her, but it seemed so hard for me. Day after day, I asked the Lord to help me love her. That probably went on for days and weeks. Maybe even months. Then one day I woke up from a dream.
I walked into the office early that day, and there she was. We were the only two early birds. That’s when I heard a whisper in my heart that said, “Tell her the dream.”