I'm working on a non-fiction project called Bohemian Forgiveness: 5 Unconventional Paths to Forgiving What You'll Never Forget.
I have a literary agent. And submissions to publishing houses are underway. Meanwhile, a graphic designer is creating a collateral design to offer you a peak inside the manuscript.
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Me to my friend, Carrie: I'm trying so hard to believe the very best about my situation, but my thoughts are so conflicting that I don't have any real discernment about it.
Me to Jesus, the next day: I can't see. Please give me a scripture that speaks to my circumstances.
I open my Bible.
Jesus to me (literally, ya'll. The text is red.): "Hypocrite! First remove the plank from your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye. (Matthew 7:5 NKJV)
After reading this I'm reminded of my son, Zachary, when he came home the other day, held his smelly bare foot up to my face and said, "Mom, there's something wrong with my foot. It hurts. What do you see?"
Smart kid. He couldn't see WHY it hurt. He only knew it hurt. So he asked me to take a look and report back.
Why do I forget to do the same with God? I pray. I study. I labor under the delusion that I must identify the source of my pain or fear or whatever it is I'm allowing the enemy to torture me with, AND THEN I ask for God's strength. Puh-lease! Talk about a self-righteous plank in the eye.
Me to Jesus: Hey, Jesus, something is hindering my ability to discern what I should do about my circumstances. Will you look into my heart and tell me what you see? All I know is I hate the way I feel.
Published on Monday, February 4, 2013 @ 7:28 PM CDT