"Remember my affliction and bitterness...My soul still remembers and sinks within me."
How often have I immersed myself in immobilizing ruminations of time gone by, ruefully remembering mistakes made, opportunities lost, roads not traveled...My strength is slowly sapped, parched in the desert of this paralyzing pastime.
My attempt to re-construct the flimsy framework of forgotten sins, to piece together the pick-up sticks of my past proves to be an excercise in futility, for unless the Lord builds the house I labor in vain. God does not dwell on antiquity, He does not put His shoulder to the wheel of our self-reproach, He is not building monuments to our mis-steps and neither should we.
God does not take part in preserving our past, He is not interested in the relics of our wrong-doing. He died an agonizing death to forever form a division between then and now, to forge the way from failure to forgiveness, to secure safe passage from sin to salvation, and to rebuild the road from regret to redemption.
"This I recall to mind, therefore I have hope: Through the LORD's mercies we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness."
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