A couple of weeks ago, I thought about how God helped me with my enemies when I worked at a community college years ago. I was a notetaker for students with disabilities and whenever I was assigned a particular student, I would attend that student’s class, take notes for him/her, and give the notes to the student once the class ended. Despite the long daily commute, I enjoyed being on campus, helping the students and interacting with my co-workers. However, there were some occasions where I would be insulted by other students for no reason.

For example, I recall standing with a group of students (Asian or Philipino?) and waiting for an elevator to arrive. I had an uneasy, weird feeling but didn’t know why (it wasn’t anxiety or fear). When we all got on the elevator, all of the students started chanting. I don’t know what they were saying but then they started chanting “Niglet,” which is a form of the “N” word. I was the only Black person on the elevator. The experience was just weird and at the time, I didn’t understand it. The college was a diverse school with various races of students. I now believe that the devil was using them to intimidate me and to make me question my identity.

Another example occurred when I would leave a student’s class. I noticed that three Caucasian students (two females and one male) would be waiting outside of the classroom (they and other students were waiting for everyone to come out so they could go in). As I came toward the three students, I noticed that they would watch me, start laughing, and talk amongst themselves. I just ignored them. This behavior occurred a couple of more times when I left class, and it started to get on my nerves. I decided to pray to God for help and read Psalm 35. I can’t remember how I ended up reading that psalm—I don’t remember if I was looking through my bible and came across it or if the Holy Spirit led me to it. I prayed about the situation, read the Psalm, and didn’t worry about it. I believed that God would help me, but I wasn’t sure what to expect.

The next time I went to the student’s class, I did not see those three individuals again. I was so glad that God heard my prayer and helped me. I didn’t have to confront them and give them a piece of my mind. I didn’t know what happened to them and did not wish any harm against them. I just let God handle it. Psalm 18:47-48 says, “It is God that avengeth me, and subdueth the people under me. He delivereth me from mine enemies…” (KJV). Thank you God for Your strength and Your help with this situation and many others! Their insults did not destroy me because Isaiah 54:17 says, “No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper!” (KJV).