clean

half full…

half full…

choosing joy…

choosing joy…

breathe…

the hubs and i had a devo this morning about forgiveness, and it wasn't long before there were tears streaming down my face. gah. i hate crying sometimes…

the art of forgiveness is so hard. forgiving others can be easier than forgiving ourselves. and i find that i can forgive, but i have to resist the urge to pick it up again.

as for myself, i've taken off the filthy rags of sin. i've been showered clean. so why in the world would i look over at that dung-heap of clothing and even consider wearing them again?

let it go…

let it go…

i am so incredibly thankful that i have been cleansed by the blood of Christ.

i am also, so incredibly sad that sin has consequences…

like Lazarus dying so that God's glory might be displayed, i trust that this story too will have redemptive powers…

i trust Him.

and i know upon His leading, He will give me the courage…

until then, i am going to breathe…

…inhaling His goodness

…mercy

…grace.

ahhhhhhh.