Do you condemn yourself?

It wasn’t intentional, the sin, but night had fallen and so had I.  The weariness of soul brimmed and spilled.  A voice without words pressed and pushed until thoughts became actions that gave wings to things that should not be.
Sprained and limping was my soul as I sought to erase what I had done even as snippets of memory burned like acid rain.
Tears fell in silence as shadows of sorrow began to fill a heart that wanted to cut away the actions too painful to recall. 
The accuser whispered words of condemnation.  The repeated theme attempts to swirl smoky tendrils like chains around the heart.
Fingers point at this one crippled by sin she knows so well. 
My hand clutches the stone I willingly will cast at my own sin.
Guilty is the anthem that stings my broken heart as the memory brings me low into the dust. 
In the dust I find a covenant written in blood. Grief floods my heart as I bend to touch that promise etched by nail-scarred palms.
The stone rolls away.

John 8:10-11
 Then Jesus stood up again and said to the woman, “Where are your accusers? Didn’t even one of them condemn you?” “No, Lord,” she said.And Jesus said, “Neither do I.
Go and sin no more.

*His forgiveness is extended to you this day.  No matter what you have done.  No matter how far you have fallen.  His grace raises you up even as His blood washes whiter than snow.  
Even though your heart may condemn you, God is greater than our heart. (1 John 3:20)

Is your life stagnant? Is it time for change?

It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad. ~ C.S. Lewis


Change is on the horizon



There comes a time when we sense that God is pushing us to move, to change, to forge ahead.  As someone who thrives on routine, and uses a calendar or checklist to keep track of what is ahead, change is alright if I know what is coming.

I’m the kind of person who always reads the last few pages of a novel and who, usually, has all her ducks lined up.  They may not be lined up in a neat row but I now what pattern they are taking.

It’s comfortable being “an egg”.  Even if the “nest” is thorny it is the one I’ve known for so long and it has sheltered me from many storms.  I understand what it means to be an egg ~ I know how this works.  

But…there comes a time when this egg begins to dream, in God’s time and in His season.  These dreams rock this eggs world just a little bit.  Maybe it’s time to push out from this egg.  Maybe it’s time for transformation and change.  

It is hard to chip away at the old in order to set free the new.  It is hard to step out not knowing what it looks like being out from the nest.  How do you learn to fly when you haven’t even walked?

Is God stirring your “egg”?  

I would love to hear about it.  Can we fly together on this journey where we have never been before?