I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you. (Repeat)
Not long ago I was given an incredible opportunity to put something I heard of to a test. I began to work at a home for teens with severe behavioral issues. I have to tell you the atmosphere was anything but what I am used to. However, with the help of a friend of mine I was able to transform the home in a matter of weeks.
I would concentrate on the image of each boy prior to arriving at the home. As I did this I would repeat, “I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you.” I did the same thing in prayer at church. Sometimes I would look at them directly and say it to myself. Less frequently I would say it over there files.
The frequency of bad behavior went down substantially. Restraints were few and far between. Writing consequences was almost a thing of the past. It worked so well that I actually was accused of not doing my job. The old cop and ticket quota had reared its ugly head. I was asked why I was not writing consequences, but my answer was not accepted. That is when I realized it was time to go.
God had already set up my next mission. The resistance I was experiencing was a direct intervention to push me in the direction I needed to go. That very day I went home frustrated, called another home and asked if they were hiring. The administrator replied, “Yes, we just had someone leave today.” God’s timing in impeccable.