I have touched insanity a few times in my life, and each time it was because I believed the lie that there were no consequences for my choices.
Most of us don’t even realize that we are living in the consequences produced by our own unforgiveness and bitterness.
Blinded by the darkness, I walked around stabbing people left and right while believing myself to be a pitiably wounded creature in need of defense.
Jeremiah is a wonderful picture of what God wants us to do with our pain, frustration, doubt and anger.
I’m awfully quick to write someone off for the unforgivable crime of being a fallen stinker.
Every taunt, every manipulation, every violation, every domination—they “meant evil against me, but God meant it for good.”
Until I began to forgive, I was enslaved to the pain of each wound, and more importantly, to the ones who wounded me.
Sometimes I forget that this world is at war, and peace is the anomaly, not fighting.
When I speak now in defense of the Light, I speak as someone who used to hate it unapologetically.
God came and confronted my bitterness with an ultimatum: “You are either going to live for Me, or I am going to take you out!”
If life was a corridor and I was looking back down my hall, one of my through-lines would be my question, “Where are You, God?”
If you don’t make peace with your story, then you aren’t you.