Torture


Some days, I like to torture myself. I let my mind go to those deep dark corners in which I’ve stored the memories of all the things I’ve ever done to hurt or take advantage of people I love. In those corners are lists of people who deserve a thousand apologies from me. In those corners are all of the ways I fall short of being fully beautiful and whole. On those days, in those deep recesses, my mind is full of the ways I do wrong, and not a savior who has made me new, who has handed me fullness and completion. When my mind is intent on stirring up the murky waters full of me, may I remember that Jesus has given me living water in exchange for all of myself. He has made me clean.

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