Can you see me here? Hovering over your shoulder? No. You can feel me. I'm right here, telling you that you can never make it, pushing you to the ground, crushing any attempt to believe you are worthy of love. You don't know I'm here. You can feel me. You think I am the reality of your worthlessness, but really, I am the Reality of the mistakes in your past. You don't know that. Hold me close, listen to what I whisper through the darkness. You have no worth. No one knows the horrific things you have done; they wouldn't say you can be forgiven if they knew. You don't know how easy it is to find peace. You're just a few words away from the One who can blot out all your past and make you a new creature. The One who has told you He is waiting, longing, praying for your acceptance of the truth. But still you won't believe. You can feel me. I am here. I laugh at your feeble attempts to shake me, you can't do it on your own! Foolish, foolish child. I am here. You can feel me... and I am all you know.
Glad you're mine,
Guilt
The Privilege of Forgiveness
"And their sins... I will remember no more... and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water." Hebrews 10:17, 21, &22
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Wow! I really enjoyed reading your post. As I read, a picture came into my head, and I could almost see the little "Guilt Man" hovering over someone's shoulder saying those words! You made it come alive. Wonderful job, Anne!
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