Five Words
We don’t deserve the forgiveness and grace we have from our Savior, and your offender probably doesn’t deserve your forgiveness either. But, can I encourage you to just give it anyway?
We don’t deserve the forgiveness and grace we have from our Savior, and your offender probably doesn’t deserve your forgiveness either. But, can I encourage you to just give it anyway?
But the reality was that I did have emotions, and I was ashamed at what my emotions would tell me about myself.
At nineteen years of age, I decided to come to terms with a dark past that had kept me burdened for almost 10 years. While I was ready to begin the healing process of the abuse that had occurred for the majority of my childhood, I wasn’t prepared for the time or the means it would take to get me there.
This story is for every person who dares to transform. For every person who understands that the first step is at the feet of our loving Father in heaven. To those who understand that we come just as we are, in need of His perfect love and forgiveness.
I had wanted so badly to be destructive and this was my moment. I took my world market coffee bowl and with gusto clanked it on my granite countertops, shattering everywhere. I was stuck with an Egyptian army behind me and the Red Sea in front.
This is the blog post I never wanted to write and the words I never wanted to say.
Probably the biggest lie I have had to wrestle to the ground these past few years is that my infertility is a punishment.
Punishment.
From God.
For my past.
For my sin.
Now I would never say this out loud, nor would I let any of you. But I think it all of the time.
And there are days, those hard, dark, painful days that I actually believe it.
Because I know my past, I know the depths of my sin, and I know how far I was from the LORD.
I also know there is a kind of suffering that is unexplainable, and so you start reaching for explanations.
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Hopelessness fills this teenage soul. Did I really just hit my mom and cuss her out with a door slam finale…again? The angst and shame feel, gives way to bitter tears. I hate that I burst out in anger! I try to obey, I really do and just can’t! I will never change. I can’t…