Purpose in the Valleys

Poetry

Never would we ask

For the pain endured

But never should we trade it 

For the pain is often the cure

The searing, the tearing

The ripping apart

To piece back together

The foundation of our hearts

On Forgiveness

Poetry

There’s something in my way

And I think I know what it is

As much as I love the idea

I really don’t want to forgive

Forgiving feels impossible

To my injured pride and heart

But maybe You will help me

It’s at least a good place to start

Lord take my injuries

My offenses and pain

Hold them with You on the cross

Where You already took our blame

And the pain I’ve caused others

Hold it there with You

You truly forgave me

Now help me to do that too

Show us how to love like You

Matthew 18:21-22
21Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me? Up to seven times?”

22Jesus answered, “I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times.