When we were first married, I used to dread Debbie's dragging me to Christmas parties. She naturally has a happy and outgoing personality, and she would invariably run off to chat with a friend while I was left to fend for myself.At the end of the night, when we got in the car to go home, I'd be upset with her. She couldn't understand why. She didn't know she had done anything wrong because, of course, she hadn't. But I would get a pathetic tone in my voice and say, "You left me!""What do you mean, Robert? I was there all night!""You left me. And I was all alone. And ... and people came up to me ... and talked to me. It was horrible."
At one point a man walked up and started a conversation. Instead of looking for a window to climb out of, I asked the Holy Spirit to use me to bless or help this person. The Holy Spirit prompted me to ask him about an area of his life and seemed quite personal. Still, I obeyed his prompting, and said, "Are you doing okay with...?" and then mentioned with the Holy Spirit had revealed to me. The man looked at me in shock for a few seconds and then begin to cry. I had the humble privilege of praying for him and giving him some desperately needed encouragement.