“Hey, let me carry those for you,” I heard some guys tell me at training camp. I looked down at the two chairs I was carrying, and back up at the eight chairs they were each carrying.
“No, I got it,” I said automatically, like I did every day in my autoparts job.
They insisted, “Come on, give us your chairs.”
“NO!” I spat as a ran away from them down to the dining tent.
They followed me, and one asked, “Why wouldn’t you let us carry your chairs for you?”
“Because I’m a strong independent woman and I can do it myself,” I quickly responded and walked away.
The next day, that guy sought me out to tell me, “I wanted to talk to you about not letting me take your chair.” I rolled my eyes. Seriously, dude? Let it go. “I wanted to tell you that when you deny someone doing something for you, you’re not just denying a blessing for yourself, you’re also denying me giving you that blessing.”
My jaw hit the red, Georgia mud. We talked about it for a little while and I thanked him for telling me. Since then, I’ve been working on my stubbornness and allowing people to help me. It’s been beautiful seeing people joyously offer blessings, and I’ve been able to give blessings easier as well!
That day at training camp, I learned that my stubbornness has been blocking people from blessing me. I have been denying when the Holy Spirit wants to anoint me! When was the last time you let someone bless you?
