“Remember that time that you threw that temper tantrum at work?” Came the insidious whisper to my mind, “remember when you flounced out of the office? What do you think that did to your Christian witness?”
I’m sure there must have been a quiet chuckle behind those words. I took them to heart. For years I have squirmed over that. What can I do about it now?
Time has covered those tracks physically, but they have worn a groove in my brain. I began to back off from God. How can He possibly move me ahead while I have that to think about? It began to wedge between us. Sorrow set in.
And then—suddenly—I wondered, just who is that speaking into my spirit? Whispering words that draw me down into a dark vortex and alone?
Yes, I had to confess. “I am the woman! Against You, oh Lord, and You alone have I sinned!”
The light began to reappear. That’s all it took. Confession! And a laying down of this old shame before my Father in heaven, whose voice calls me and whose hands are reaching out to me. I can run to Him and He forgives me. Because He loves me. Because He sacrificed dearly to love me. He covered that sin long ago. I had to believe Him and lay it down, too.
It is not God who accuses.
“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God” Matt 5:8.
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