Good morning to everyone. Grace and Peace be with you.
One of the last times that I helped my city carriers out and carried mail, I fell getting out of the mail truck. I was fortunate enough to get to drive the spare from the motor pool. I say that sincerely, because even with age and faults, I consider the LLV more mail friendly. Personally, I think that when they went to upgrade the vehicles, they should have just modernized this truck a bit.
Anyway, I am a little off topic. I was at a house that loves Amazon, eBay, Temu, and the Home Shopping Network, because they had like 4 or 5 packages. Being from the century that I am and leaning into the idea of one trip only to the door, I carefully stacked the packages so that I could make it in one trip without dropping any. What I did not do was move the jeep up so that I could easily get out. NO. I decided my four-foot body could fit through a two-foot space between my jeep and the mailbox. Good news is that I DID fit. Bad news is, the heel of my boot caught on the rim of the door frame, and I hit the cold, hard ground. You may have felt the 5.2 Richter shake. I was so mad.
Fast forward. That was about two or three weeks ago. When I fell, I was shocked that I did not hurt. But assumed that the aches would come in the morning. They really did not. So I counted my blessings. I had enough fluff to protect myself from the close encounter of the frozen tundra kind. That assumption is false. At some point in that fall, I had to have hit my right elbow. I more than likely stress fractured it. I have not had it x-rayed, because during normal functions, it does not hurt. It hurts when I am in bed and supporting myself as I roll over. Now it is annoying. Haha.
My point in this little story is that sometimes the pain of our actions does not completely go away. If we hurt someone in any capacity, through trust, physical, mental anguish … in any way that pain is always going to be a reminder. You can set the record straight with them. Apologize. Admit your fault. Admit guilt. Accept complete responsibility. Ask for forgiveness and even receive it. But that choice that we made in that moment is matter of history or record. Not with God. But with the enemy.
When we make a mistake of sizable caliber, which means anything that the enemy thinks he can use at a later date to derail you, he will hold it in a knapsack to throw at us when it suits his fancy. Though we have repented, changed our course, and received forgiveness, the enemy will use our mistakes against us for the rest of our lives. The key here is that each time he does that, put it back in the mail to be forwarded to the new address. Our heavenly Father. Because that sin no longer lives at this residence. Or return to sender, address unknown. Either way, it is only a painful memory for as long as we allow it to be.
Something to think about.
Be blessed.
**If you repent, I will restore you that you may serve me; if you utter worthy, not worthless, words, you will be my spokesman. –Jeremiah 15:19
One of the last times that I helped my city carriers out and carried mail, I fell getting out of the mail truck. I was fortunate enough to get to drive the spare from the motor pool. I say that sincerely, because even with age and faults, I consider the LLV more mail friendly. Personally, I think that when they went to upgrade the vehicles, they should have just modernized this truck a bit.
Anyway, I am a little off topic. I was at a house that loves Amazon, eBay, Temu, and the Home Shopping Network, because they had like 4 or 5 packages. Being from the century that I am and leaning into the idea of one trip only to the door, I carefully stacked the packages so that I could make it in one trip without dropping any. What I did not do was move the jeep up so that I could easily get out. NO. I decided my four-foot body could fit through a two-foot space between my jeep and the mailbox. Good news is that I DID fit. Bad news is, the heel of my boot caught on the rim of the door frame, and I hit the cold, hard ground. You may have felt the 5.2 Richter shake. I was so mad.
Fast forward. That was about two or three weeks ago. When I fell, I was shocked that I did not hurt. But assumed that the aches would come in the morning. They really did not. So I counted my blessings. I had enough fluff to protect myself from the close encounter of the frozen tundra kind. That assumption is false. At some point in that fall, I had to have hit my right elbow. I more than likely stress fractured it. I have not had it x-rayed, because during normal functions, it does not hurt. It hurts when I am in bed and supporting myself as I roll over. Now it is annoying. Haha.
My point in this little story is that sometimes the pain of our actions does not completely go away. If we hurt someone in any capacity, through trust, physical, mental anguish … in any way that pain is always going to be a reminder. You can set the record straight with them. Apologize. Admit your fault. Admit guilt. Accept complete responsibility. Ask for forgiveness and even receive it. But that choice that we made in that moment is matter of history or record. Not with God. But with the enemy.
When we make a mistake of sizable caliber, which means anything that the enemy thinks he can use at a later date to derail you, he will hold it in a knapsack to throw at us when it suits his fancy. Though we have repented, changed our course, and received forgiveness, the enemy will use our mistakes against us for the rest of our lives. The key here is that each time he does that, put it back in the mail to be forwarded to the new address. Our heavenly Father. Because that sin no longer lives at this residence. Or return to sender, address unknown. Either way, it is only a painful memory for as long as we allow it to be.
Something to think about.
Be blessed.
**If you repent, I will restore you that you may serve me; if you utter worthy, not worthless, words, you will be my spokesman. –Jeremiah 15:19
Good morning to everyone. Grace and Peace be with you.
One of the last times that I helped my city carriers out and carried mail, I fell getting out of the mail truck. I was fortunate enough to get to drive the spare from the motor pool. I say that sincerely, because even with age and faults, I consider the LLV more mail friendly. Personally, I think that when they went to upgrade the vehicles, they should have just modernized this truck a bit.
Anyway, I am a little off topic. I was at a house that loves Amazon, eBay, Temu, and the Home Shopping Network, because they had like 4 or 5 packages. Being from the century that I am and leaning into the idea of one trip only to the door, I carefully stacked the packages so that I could make it in one trip without dropping any. What I did not do was move the jeep up so that I could easily get out. NO. I decided my four-foot body could fit through a two-foot space between my jeep and the mailbox. Good news is that I DID fit. Bad news is, the heel of my boot caught on the rim of the door frame, and I hit the cold, hard ground. You may have felt the 5.2 Richter shake. I was so mad.
Fast forward. That was about two or three weeks ago. When I fell, I was shocked that I did not hurt. But assumed that the aches would come in the morning. They really did not. So I counted my blessings. I had enough fluff to protect myself from the close encounter of the frozen tundra kind. That assumption is false. At some point in that fall, I had to have hit my right elbow. I more than likely stress fractured it. I have not had it x-rayed, because during normal functions, it does not hurt. It hurts when I am in bed and supporting myself as I roll over. Now it is annoying. Haha.
My point in this little story is that sometimes the pain of our actions does not completely go away. If we hurt someone in any capacity, through trust, physical, mental anguish … in any way that pain is always going to be a reminder. You can set the record straight with them. Apologize. Admit your fault. Admit guilt. Accept complete responsibility. Ask for forgiveness and even receive it. But that choice that we made in that moment is matter of history or record. Not with God. But with the enemy.
When we make a mistake of sizable caliber, which means anything that the enemy thinks he can use at a later date to derail you, he will hold it in a knapsack to throw at us when it suits his fancy. Though we have repented, changed our course, and received forgiveness, the enemy will use our mistakes against us for the rest of our lives. The key here is that each time he does that, put it back in the mail to be forwarded to the new address. Our heavenly Father. Because that sin no longer lives at this residence. Or return to sender, address unknown. Either way, it is only a painful memory for as long as we allow it to be.
Something to think about.
Be blessed.
**If you repent, I will restore you that you may serve me; if you utter worthy, not worthless, words, you will be my spokesman. –Jeremiah 15:19
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