TheWritePath

 I’m sorry to say but for some time now my behavior had turned into one of self-condemnation; I just couldn’t get past all that had happened. My mother’s last words to me were very hurtful, and in the state of mind I was in, I just couldn’t get past them; they rang in my ears like cymbals. I knew it really wasn’t how she felt but the more I tried to block them out the louder they became. I had led a grief support group for several years and helped others get past this same thing, yet I wasn’t able to help myself. Holding my bible over my heart I repeated the scripture the Lord had given me over and over again because it said in his word they would not return void; “There is therefore now no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus.” (Romans 8:1 NKJV)  I could hear myself inwardly scream the word louder and louder until it was as if a hot rod pierced my heart, then it got silent, the cymbals were gone. I could hear the words but without the pain. With tears streaming down ...

  ". . . In a great house, there are not only vessels of gold and silver, but also of wood and clay, some of honor and some of dishonor." 2 Timothy 2:20   KJV THIS IS GOING TO be harder than I thought, how can I take thirty years of memories and decide what I can take and what I have to leave behind; where do I start! For the next hour, all I could do was walk around our home, a flood of emotion swept over me with each memory. I remember the day we came to look at it, it wasn’t what I wanted at all, but when we walked through the door I instantly felt like the Lord had led us here, this was to be our home. I could envision the way the staircase looked when we decorated it with garland and lights for Christmas, and the smell of dinner cooking. I could almost smell fresh paint from when we remodeled, and see the message we left on the wall in every room, “. . . As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord” (Joshua 24:15 NKJV).    While renovating one of the...