I hadn't seen my former husband, Stan, in over 20 years. I haven't even thought about visiting him until recently when I felt a nudge to check in. I discussed it with my now-and-forever husband, Gilbert. It felt like a God-nudge, so when I went down to Santa Barbara, California, to visit my friend Alison, I asked her to call and ask Stan if it was OK to visit him.
There we were in Stan's living room: Alison, Stan and I. I confessed I didn't know why I was there. Stan said, "It's OK." We talked. Stan's son did go into the military, just like we always thought he would. I assured Stan I'm happy and well.
When it was time to leave, I asked if I could say a blessing over him. I have been impacted for months by Numbers 6:24-27. I recited, "The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace. So you will have on you the name of God's people and He will bless you."
Stan's eyes teared up. Seeing that, my eyes teared. The moment was still and quiet. God was evident.
After leaving, Alison and I were quiet for a long time. Then we talked. It was good she shared the experience because she and I have been friends for over 40 years. She knows me. It was even appropriate. She's been part of my life with Stan from the beginning. She was my maid of honor. She wrote a song about our relationship. She delivered the divorce papers to him. Now, she's witnessed a healing.
Of course, I do not know for certain why Stan's eyes almost spilled over. But I experienced healing of a wound I didn't know existed. To illustrate, here's a memory from our marriage: We are standing outside the kitchen back door, arguing about God. I want so desperately for Stan to love Jesus. We argued about it a lot. I yell at him, "I'm PRAYING for you!" He yells back, "I'm PRAYING for you, too!"
I was young and frustrated, but that's no excuse for badgering him about Jesus. The result of my nagging was pain. I wounded him and myself. I see that now — with the healing of my wound.
Sharing the blessing from Numbers was praying God's goodness upon him. It was a gift he could relate to because his heritage is Jewish. We shared a God-moment. In that moment, I was healed. My hurt was soothed away.
Every once in awhile, Gilbert sings that Tina Turner refrain, "What's love got to do, got to do with it?" Then other times, he says, "It's all about love." It's very clear: Blessing someone brings God into the relationship. Sharing God's love brings healing. If we want to introduce someone to Jesus, it's all about love.