Every day I make so many mistakes. May 2014 was just a time to realize how low my bad choices had led me. The regret had accumulated - my mind was on fire with shame and guilt. But then God walked in and said forgiven! Boy, well start this over, well start college over. Boy, Ill help you quit these secret addictions, I will help you break these chains! I will counsel you on your deepest and heaviest insecurities. I have plans for you; plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. My friend; you may be experiencing agony in your mind. You may not be able to sleep, you may only have anger and bitterness and hatred. And I know that people have stepped on you, that circumstances have conspired against you. There are pains and tensions which have eaten away at your happiness. People you trusted have stolen from your happiness. And you want to forget, you want relief from the memories, you want to get away somehow. Their imaginary faces laugh at your dismay, the closed doors coldly accuse your naked mind. Nowhere left to run. Nobody understands the pain. Let go your bitterness! I dont know where it comes from. I dont know who ruined it for you. I dont know who abused you. I dont know why your family is broken. I cant explain poverty and greedy politicians or anything like that. Im sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry about what has happened. I am so sorry. I will share your pain, I can cry with you. But I cannot reach into your mind and heal you. So that is where Jesus steps in. No one understands your pain like Jesus. Nobody understands the thoughts of your mind and the aches of your heart like Jesus. As you are hurt, He was hurt. The God of the universe was cursed, spit at, and crucified by the very humans He made and loved. “Jesus of the Scars” by Edward Shillito If we have never sought, we seek Thee now; Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars; We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow, We must have Thee, O Jesus of the Scars. The heavens frighten us; they are too calm; In all the universe we have no place. Our wounds are hurting us; where is the balm? Lord Jesus, by Thy Scars, we claim Thy grace. If, when the doors are shut, Thou drawest near, Only reveal those hands, that side of Thine; We know to-day what wounds are, have no fear, Show us Thy Scars, we know the countersign. The other gods were strong; but Thou wast weak; They rode, but Thou didst stumble to a throne; But to our wounds only God’s wounds can speak, And not a god has wounds, but Thou alone. Now let me tell you this, listen, my friend, please listen - Jesus gives you the opportunity to start over. And he can restores you to a place of joy, a place of innocence. He can wipe away all the pain and sorrow, the grief. I start over every day now. Its not about what Ive done or whats been done to me, it is about what God is doing in me. He is changing me, every day. He is erasing my past and giving me something I dont deserve - hope. What can a man place his hope in? - the power of Jesus. Remember, my friend, Jesus can heal you. Psalms 147:3 - He heals the broken-hearted and binds up their wounds. Jeremiah 30:17 - But I will restore you to health and I will heal you of your wounds. https://youtube/watch?v=0ZrncA4TAF4
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 06:06:40 +0000