Life is thickly sown with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to pass quickly through them. The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us. – Voltaire
Sometimes it a thorn that sticks in our heart and other times it is a thorn from our heart that does the most damage.
“Work diligently the soil while you may. Break up your fallow with the plough. Cast away the stones from your field, and dig out the thorns. Be unwilling to have a ‘hard heart’…St. Augustine
Receive thorns with forgiveness, and try to not allow them to grow from your heart. ††† en theos ††† jimwork
I remember when I started school how they made us write with pencils. Those big,fat, awkward “Big Chief” pencils that identified you as a first grader. I despised using pencils, I couldn’t wait until I got old enough to write with a ball point pen. But then, I didn’t like eating at the children’s table. I thought I had adult ideas and they needed me at that table. They wanted me at that table, just nobody else knew it.
I am old enough now to sit at the adult table even if I sometime act like I should be with the kids. I also can now use a pen, but I actually prefer a pencil. I even use Faulkner’s beloved Palomino Blackwings, as if somehow a bit of his magic came from the writing instrument. NOT SO!
I make the same amount of mistakes whether I use a pen or pencil of any brand. I started this post with the idea that we should live our lives as a Sharpie, we only get one chance so get it right.
Problem is, we make mistakes. We get the opportunity to use an eraser or cross them out. We have do-overs on a lot. And we
recieve receive forgiveness for our mistakes no matter how hard we try to cover them or correct them.
Live in the Grace of forgiveness ††† en theos††† jlawrence
An image inspired by the very meaningful lyrics from Mike Weaver aka Big DaddyWeave…”Redeemed”
It is my anthem that I listen to every day as a reminder to the fact that I have been redeemed. I slip, I fall, I trip, I fail, I am haunted, but I am Redeemed.
Big Daddy Weave’s backstory
Seems like all I can see was the struggle
Haunted by ghosts that lived in my past
Bound up in shackles of all my failures
Wondering how long is this gonna last
Then You look at this prisoner and say to me “son
Stop fighting a fight that’s already been won”
I am redeemed, You set me free
So I’ll shake off theses heavy chains
Wipe away every stain now I’m not who I used to be
I am redeemed
All my life I have been called unworthy
Named by the voice of my shame and regret
But when I hear You whisper, “Child lift up your head”
I remember oh God, You’re not done with me yet
I don’t have to be the old man inside of me
Cause his day is long dead and gone
I’ve got a new name, a new life I’m not the same
And a hope that will carry me home