Today...
September 9, 2012,
I finally forgave myself.
I have been a committed follower of Christ for a while now, living in faith and purity, and growing day by day. I've been saved, I've received forgiveness.
But now...
It's my turn to finally give it.
I had a backpack of baggage and I just kept zipping it up, hiding my grudges and my regrets, refusing to acknowledge the weight of it all. But it was heavy on my soul and crippling me spiritually.
I am not who I used to be.
I have been redeemed.
I am made new.
By the grace of God,
I am spotless, I am holy, I am as pure as the beautiful daughter in the picture above,
I am white as snow.
My Father redeemed me-his daughter, back to himself.
I forgave those who stole my innocence. I forgave them already. I forgave him for doing that to me.
But the hardest one to forgive, after all these years, was myself.
And today...
The chains are broken. I am free. My victory has already been won.
"O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?" 1 Corinthians 15:55
....and this is only the beginning.
