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The First Stone (Day 4. from Cleaning Thoughts)

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    I wish I could tell you that all my insecurities were put to rest that night, but in all honesty, I can’t. However, I can reassure you, in dealing with the situation, I have found peace. I have spoken with my pastor regarding this matter, and with his support and encouragement, I have been able to let go and give it to the Lord. With the Lord’s guidance, I am learning not to allow my feelings to rule my judgement. He had assured me in His Word that as long as I keep my mind on Him, He would keep me in perfect peace. A year has come and gone since that night, and due to a lot of circumstances in my son’s life, with my blessings, he is now living with his biological father. God, in all His mercy, had given them a chance the chance to start over, and for that, I will always be grateful.    The Word tells us that “faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen” (Hebrews 11:1, NKJV). As I am writing this, I do not know how the story will e...

The First Stone (Day 3. From Cleansing Thoughts)

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   It was a long time before the Lord could reach that quiet place in my heart that only He could touch, and then it was with a gentle rebuke. For weeks, I had been casting the blame at everyone’s feet except my own. I had gathered up my bundle of stones and was determined to throw them. That’s why it was so funny when the Lord led me to the passage where the Pharisees brought the women caught in the act of adultery before Jesus. So many times when we look at this scripture, all we see is the act itself; however, there are two powerful lessons to be learned from it we often overlook. The first is reinforced in Romans 3:23 (NKJV), “For all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of Hod.” Abs the second was spoken by Jesus, “He who is without sun among you, let him throw a stone at her first” (John 8:7, NKJV).  Remember what Jesus did as the Oharisees were presenting their case to Him? The Word tells us in verses 6 and 8 that He stooped down and began writing in the dirt;...

The First Stone (Day 2 from Cleaning Thoughts)

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   It was my parents who had taken me to the hospital that day, and I remember the nurse telling me how nervous my dad was. Though he denied it, the evidence told otherwise; she told me he was reading a magazine upside down. I smiled as I remembered the joy I saw on his face when I told him he had a grandson. This was the man who had raised me after my father died, and though he was my stepfather, he was the only dad I had ever known and had filled the role of grandfather to my son for over thirty years. At the time I was writing this story, this was to be my dad’s last Christmas with, he was dying of cancer. How was I going to tell him his grandson was not coming to spend the holidays with our family?    A lot has happened over the past thirty years, and I don’t understand why the Lord chose to bring all this pain back into my life. Is this yet another step in the healing process I believed to be complete? It was easy to feel in my heart that I had given the Lord ev...

The First Stone (Day 1 from Cleaning Thoughts)

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       THE WORD OF GOD TELLS us that when the enemy comes in like a flood, the Lord will raise up a standard against him. Tonight, it USA flood of memories that overwhelms me. I have spent most of the day fighting to hold back the tears, and now as I sat alone in the dark, I found myself engulfed in memories of over thirty years ago.     I was a young bride of six months, and for me, it was the first time in my life I thought I knew what love really was. Until then, I didn’t believe anything could make me happier than these past few months, but the doctor had just told me I was expecting my first child. I remembered the joy I felt as I shared the wonderful news with my husband and the new grandparents-to-be. Suddenly, just as it was then, the memories of a shattered dream filled my eyes with tears as the pain of betrayal flooded my thoughts. What was to be the happiest time of our lives became a nightmare. Several  weeks passed. Each day for me wa...