I wrote this this morning while Pondering. You happen to life when you chose to let go and live, instead holding on to death. We will all die eventually anyways... Why not go living! Standing at the border of my boundary every morning to make sure my offender knows its there. Every morning at my boundary and its exhausting. Every morning at my boundary I wait for my offender to look back and acknowledge that this boundary is there but nothing...... and I grow old at this boundary. All of a sudden what I thought was a boundary is my bondage. I havent made it about releasing and growing but much more about protection and offenses. Its very lonely behind this wall and I would give anything to see the path that runs through the meadow just on the other side. Im thirsty behind this big dark wall. Id give anything to drink from the river that runs along border of this meadow. I have a choice to make. I can stay here behind my wall that I have built so high that it blocks all that was once beautiful. Or I can let go and release this offender. Honestly the offender some how turned into me. I have offended myself in this journey. I put up this wall, it only managed to keep me in while the other person goes free. So I chose to be free! Whats this I see? Friends are coming to help tear down my wall, oh what fun this is, it feels like life. Suddenly I realize I have been so busy working and growing that I have forgotten why I built the wall to begin with. This feels like joy. I have all these friends now. This feels like love. I let it all go so that I can thrive. This looks like Jesus. Connie
Posted on: Sun, 06 Apr 2014 16:39:29 +0000
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