Happy December everyone!
Just wanted to share a picture from my window. Some of my regular readers would know that I enjoy travelling (although I don’t hardly do enough lol), and I am often captured by the views from the plane, sometimes distracted by the brightness of the lights, often awed by the beauty of the landscape.
This photo reminded me of something: Escape.
One of the hardest things about 2018 for me was that I was finally able to breakfree from a toxic relationship that I had convinced myself was perfectly fine.
I was blinded.
Drinking the Kool Aid, intoxicated by the sweet smelling savour of the salted caramel words.
But this post was not about loss and heartbreak, but rather about the liberation and appreciation felt when one is unentangled from a former love that never was.
For me, the Psalmist puts it so eloquently in the 124th Psalm:
6 Blessed be the Lord, who hath not given us as a prey to their teeth.Psalm 124
7 Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.
8 Our help is in the name of the Lord, who made heaven and earth.
So now, the destination is restoration.
The reality is that physical miles are not nearly enough to free us from the mistakes and errors of the past, and as much as I advocate realness and candid honest, we should not continue to beat ourselves up for the regrets of old. Repentence is enough guys.
And I for one remain thankful for liberty, and I continue to thank God for every broken snare in 2018.
Until the next….