Memories and Forgiveness ~ Mirror Mirror

Greetings Dear Reader,

One of the things with which we struggle is those memories of the things we have done that hurt others.  If we feel genuine sorrow over it the memory can be debilitating.  I remain fully aware of the times that I have chosen my own wants over what is right and the consequences that have followed.

One of the things we do is see ourselves in the mirror only by the failures.  We develop varying levels of self-hatred that are debilitating and destructive.  Even the good we attempt is tainted by a poor understanding of our value.  The memories of our intentional failures assault us and rob us of future success if we allow it.

This is not to say that there are not those who struggle with depression and need additional assistance.  What we all must do, however, is learn that if we do not forgive ourselves we extend the damage of our failures.  We inhibit the good we could do now.

I am required to acknowledge my failures and seek forgiveness for them.  I am then required to forgive my own failures, remembering the cost of them and learning from them.  When the memories surface to accuse us again we must not give in to the accusation.

Following Christ requires that I accept forgiveness and live as one forgiven. I must work daily to stem the hurt that flows through the world.  I must wage war to do good and right by loving everyone including my own self. 

Free to Be Me – Francesca Battistelli

At twenty years of age

I'm still looking for a dream

A war's already waged for my destiny

But You've already won the battle

And You've got great plans for me

Though I can't always see

'Cause I got a couple dents in my fender

Got a couple rips in my jeans

Try to fit the pieces together

But perfection is my enemy

And on my own I'm so clumsy

But on Your shoulders I can see

I'm free to be me

When I was just a girl

I thought I had it figured out

See my life would turn out right

And I'd make it here somehow

But things don't always come that easy

And sometimes I would doubt, oh

'Cause I got a couple dents in my fender

Got a couple rips in my jeans

Try to fit the pieces together

But perfection is my enemy

And on my own I'm so clumsy

But on Your shoulders I can see

I'm free to be me and You're free to be You

Sometimes I believe that I can do anything

Yet other times I think

I've got nothing good to bring

But You look at my heart and You tell me

That I've got all You seek, oh

And it's easy to believe even though

I got a couple dents in my fender

Got a couple rips in my jeans

Try to fit the pieces together

But perfection is my enemy

And on my own I'm so clumsy

But on Your shoulders I can see

I got a couple dents in my fender

Got a couple rips in my jeans

Try to fit the pieces together

But perfection is my enemy

And on my own I'm so clumsy

But on Your shoulders I can see

I'm free to be me and You're free to be You

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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