As I lay my head tonight an image came to mind of a stone cast into still waters. Close your eyes for a moment and picture it. The cold stone in your hand could be hatred, jealousy, unforgiveness causing ripples to act like flaming arrows as they darken the sky falling toward others, OR the cold stone in your hand could be grace, love, more love and forgiveness causing ripples of peace to wash over and cover all directly and indirectly involved.
Recently, I heard Bishop Jakes preach a sermon and ask, “Is your nasty normal?”
Which stone do you to pick up first?
Are the ripples impaling fiery darts on others or are they acting as an ointment or salve if-you-will of restoration, grace, and love?
The good news is, tomorrow is a new day where “do-over’s”, restarts”, and second chances begin. It’s never too late.
Sweet Jesus dreams,
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