Our Enemies Are Our Footstool - Poem by Mia Stubbs
In life when you are wronged by someone, God says your reward is in Heaven, but you also receive a taste of it on earth.
Our favor that we receive in life, which is circumstantial, according to the blessing promised by our Father, is payment from God, for going through something for His Namesake. God has promised when we go through something for Him, He owes us and He pays all His debts on time.
If our enemies only knew, each time, that they had been influenced to hurt us, that they actually set us up in a position to receive a huge blessing, that we were not suppose to receive, they would always be kind to us!
Thank God for friends and enemies and all the contributions they make in our lives.
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