I never really thought that blessing the name of Yahweh would really impact my life.
That is, until Yah tugged on my attention to it.
You see, (back in May 2023), I was trying to repair a very neglected garden fence.
It stood for 17 years and over time the distance between the steel pole and the fencing lapsed more and more.
I was trying to connect and close the distance of 6 inches and it wasn’t working.
All day I had been struggling with fixing the fence around the garden.
There were several areas in bad need of repair and it was a slow process from the beginning.
So slow, it almost seemed pointless.
Yet I trudged on, proverbially.
A Message
And in the midst of it, minding my own business, the still small voice spoke to my heart.
“When things are not working out for you, bless the name of Yahweh.”
What?! Huh?! Are you talking to me?
For a moment, I felt stunned. Bless Yahweh while everything is falling apart?
It certainly didn’t make sense to my logical mind.
I thought, Okay, I’ll try.
And so as I struggled with the metal pinning, I said to myself, “Blessed be the name of Yahweh.”
The Results
No change.
Didn’t feel anything.
I looked up to the sky and yelled, “IT DIDN’T WORK!”
No response.
No problem.
I’ll try again.
The second time, nothing happened.
I said it a fourth time, and a fifth time.
Then I paused.
Actually, I stopped working.
I noticed something different.
Up until the still small voice, I could feel the twinges of irritation building up inside.
Small as they were, I was very aware of them.
The irritations slowly grew even as I blessed the name of Yahweh.
That is, until the fifth time I blessed Him.
That’s when I noticed it.
The irritations were gone.
Hmm.
Interesting.
I continued to work on the fence and finally finished up what I could.
Certainly it wasn’t a masterpiece, but a feasible barrier for intruding animals, like bunnies, cats, dogs, etc.
Cleaning up my mess, I eventually returned to the house and continued my day.
Days passed by and I noticed that very little bothered me.
Why?
Because every time something would happen, I’d literally say, “Blessed be the name of Yahweh.”
All sorts of things came down the pike for me, but none of them bothered me.
I almost felt untouchable.
Yeah, there is something to this, more than just repeating words, I was taking action with the words I said.
Relapse
Fast forward a few weeks and life had gotten so good, that I stopped blessing Yahweh.
And it only took a few days before I noticed that little incidents revealed tiny little irritations, you know, the ones you can shrug off.
And I did, shrug them off.
It would be another two weeks before I noticed that certain uncontrollable circumstances would begin to irritate me.
It would be another week after that before I realized that I stopped blessing Yahweh.
And I started complaining about this, that and the other thing.
Ooops.
Time to get back on track.
Yes, blessed be the name of Yahweh.
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