|Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old...Isaiah 43:18|
I pray, wondering what I did to deserve such a severe punishment. I’d give everything to take a needle to the tapestry of my past, and unthread that moment that has led to the repercussions of today. If a decision I’ve made could be re-written, I’d sit for hours and days, without food or water and unthread that moment from time, and re-stitch it with the right action. Because being here with you is like existing in an airless space and I find myself desiring to be anywhere than here. How quickly my contempt rises even as I desperately sift it out of my body. I think bitterly to those days when I prayed and believed that I’d receive beauty for ashes, yet I’m still covered in soot. It’s so unfair. You make every hope of mine a childish fantasy. I can’t put my hope in your hands, no, not even my expectations, that trickle out of your hands so effortlessly. It is foolish of me to put my hope in man, to have faith in humans. Yes, you have shown me that it is foolhardy to have faith in you. They say weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning. But even as the darkness threatens to extend beyond its borders, I’ll sit here and wait for daybreak.
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|Don't give yourself over to regret. Despite all that has happened and is happening, remember that God will work it out for your good because you love him and are called to his purpose|
