I lectured you. (I called it sharing.) You needed to do things by the standard I had chosen, arriving when you promised, by the date you set.  And by all means, knowing everything your job required.  I would help you learn “His” standard, walk like me in business.

I was right. Legally right. He likes promises honored, and done well. His standard is high. Yes, I was right by the letter, but wrong by the Spirit.

My God has given me grace when I got there late and botched the job. I had plenty of time and grace to give you, (the same He has given me), but I didn’t give it. “You should learn your lesson.”

You are a brother in the Lord . . . He loves you and He didn’t like my being strict and down-the-line with you.  He didn’t appreciate my superiority . . . truly I’m not better than you.  He respects you and would not let me disrespect. You came into my world and I didn’t treat you like the king you are, in Him. Lowered you, sat you on the floor.

I know you. You are fragile and I almost “crushed the flickering wick.”

Bless you for forgiving me but oh, I’m so embarrassed . . . in front of YOU, Lord.

Copyright © 1984 Martha Kilpatrick, Letters Never Sent