You ever walk down a painful memory road, one filled with regrets that leave the current road traveled tarnished? You ever allow the flashbacks filled with the darkest times in your life to consume your current condition?
Yes yes yes, I do. I allow myself the wallowing, thinking it merely penance for the time spent muck running. The harshest memories to let go of are not the ones with me on the receiving end, (though, they are not fun either) but of the pain inflicted on others. I think, "this is good, transparency with the truths of my ugly reflections carved, flashing back on reasons for the ache is healthy, even cathartic".
No No No, that is stinking thinking. Clearly, I have forgotten who I am now, and to whom I belong? I know it's time to walk away from the fruitless gains found in guilt and remorse, what a colossal waste of even more precious time. Besides that, nothing I can do about my choices of many yesterdays ago. However, calling to remembrance can prove profitable when I see the blessings in spite of and even because of. Long ago, His wooing me in the wilderness, brought me to my knees. I am so grateful. Today, the same is needed, but not for sins and death of the past, but for negating to Praise Him for the freedom and life He continues to Grace. Oh the testimony He has given points to the call to endure, to stand in His victory. Salvation is so much more than one's own repentance and redemption, it should propel us into a place of loving purpose. I feel the soaring tickle of hope stimulate a shift. Oh yes, more to love, more tender care to give.
Can you imagine a poor child on the side of the road all alone and broken, needing someone to provide food, shelter and tenderness? Can you imagine not being able to tend to the broken darling, maybe not even see the baby, because of the mess of your own wounded state? This thought is heartbreaking, even unforgivable... So we must put our burdens down, release the self inflicted shackles, so not only can we see beyond ourselves but also help another. This is where the miracles are found, this is where the healing begins.
Praise His Holy Name!!!
Yes yes yes, I do. I allow myself the wallowing, thinking it merely penance for the time spent muck running. The harshest memories to let go of are not the ones with me on the receiving end, (though, they are not fun either) but of the pain inflicted on others. I think, "this is good, transparency with the truths of my ugly reflections carved, flashing back on reasons for the ache is healthy, even cathartic".
No No No, that is stinking thinking. Clearly, I have forgotten who I am now, and to whom I belong? I know it's time to walk away from the fruitless gains found in guilt and remorse, what a colossal waste of even more precious time. Besides that, nothing I can do about my choices of many yesterdays ago. However, calling to remembrance can prove profitable when I see the blessings in spite of and even because of. Long ago, His wooing me in the wilderness, brought me to my knees. I am so grateful. Today, the same is needed, but not for sins and death of the past, but for negating to Praise Him for the freedom and life He continues to Grace. Oh the testimony He has given points to the call to endure, to stand in His victory. Salvation is so much more than one's own repentance and redemption, it should propel us into a place of loving purpose. I feel the soaring tickle of hope stimulate a shift. Oh yes, more to love, more tender care to give.
Can you imagine a poor child on the side of the road all alone and broken, needing someone to provide food, shelter and tenderness? Can you imagine not being able to tend to the broken darling, maybe not even see the baby, because of the mess of your own wounded state? This thought is heartbreaking, even unforgivable... So we must put our burdens down, release the self inflicted shackles, so not only can we see beyond ourselves but also help another. This is where the miracles are found, this is where the healing begins.
Praise His Holy Name!!!
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