Isn’t it strange how we hold on to pain? Well, I suppose, I don’t know if anyone else does this, but I certainly do.
Many times, I find myself dwelling on the most painful memories. And I find myself so unable and unwilling to forget and let go. Letting go of the pain means letting go of the good, too. And for now, that is hard for me. But that is what I need to do.
It’s hard to admit that you were wrong.
Someone recently pointed this out to me: As believers, we are not “halves” wandering around in search of another “half” to make us whole. Marriage is two people, two “wholes” becoming one. We are to find our identity and our wholeness in Christ, because he is the only one who can be that for us. And for myself, that is my desire. I want Christ to be my all in all, so that I can enjoy the blessings and relationships he provides without turning them into my god.
The grass may wither, and the flower fade, but the word of our God endures forever.