Somewhere along the journey we find ourselves on, we almost always have those few things we wish we could take back. How wonderful would it be to just turn back the hands of time, to press rewind and start again? Sometimes erasing what happened all together seems most appropriate. We all undoubtedly come to those cross sections, where we know in order to get to the next phase of our lives we have to accept what is and move on to what now can be. We realize and acknowledge our mistakes to work through them. However, only to quickly realize that fresh start we are steadily progressing toward isn’t so easy of a task to come by anymore.
Why is it that even after we’ve asked for forgiveness of our wrong doings that there always seems to be that one person that can’t just let it go? Here we are working through the things we’ve done diligently and wholeheartedly, only to feel the sting of sin all over again every time someone brings it up. It’s the story people can’t stop talking about and the wound they refuse to let heal. The weight you were so sure you had let go of, somehow ends up right back where it was before. Kicked down, you find yourself in those brief moments, pausing, to even stand up once more for fear you’ll end up right back in that same place. The fight then for many becomes too much to bear and the hope for a better day is lost yet again.
Why is it that God can cast our sins into the sea of forgetfulness when we’ve done wrong, but we can’t seem to forget ourselves? We force our hand at our own justice, causing the beauty of hope to run dry. I have found that the risk you run in tearing people’s sins out from under the blood is very dangerous. You in turn create a long dark road for yourself to walk down. For by the same measure of judgment you cast, so will you too be judged. So please, don’t let your love grow cold when there is a world so in need of some sunshine.