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The Father’s Arms!

Guys, we’ve all felt or will feel broken at some point in our lives… As a woman who has been broke over and over and over, I’m here to tell you, that’s not the end of the story!

God has such a beautiful plan for you, but you have to let go and give Him all control! Let go of the hurt, the anger, the bitterness, the guilt, the unforgiveness… OF YOURSELF AND OTHERS… Read it again… Let go of the unforgiveness you hold against yourself… And others. That has to be one of the hardest lessons to learn in life.

Paul Ferinni said, “Guilt and responsibility are mutually exclusive. Guilt holds onto the wound and so prevents it from healing. Responsibility is the first step in the healing process.”

Take responsibility for your downfalls… But then pick yourself up, dust yourself off, get rid of all the guilt and shame the enemy uses to hold you in bondage, and keep moving forward -confidently, knowing you are a child of God and He can make beauty from ashes. He has forgiven us! We need to forgive us!

When we repent (turn away from) those things that leave us feeling guilty, unforgivable, worthless, and unloveable. There gone. Our pasts may influence us. BUT THEY DO NOT CONTROL US. We may struggle from time to time. We may have insecurities or question if we have truly been forgiven. I know I have. The flesh is weak. And the enemy is a good liar.

Which voice are we gonna listen to? The voice of God who speaks truth? The Holy Spirit who brings conviction (not condemnation)? Jesus? Who to told the story… Y’all, I love that Jesus was a story teller!!! But one of my favorites is that of the prodigal son.

You see, the son had turned his back on the father. He (the son) took his inheritance and walked away from his responsibilities at home. He went and made the world his “friend”… He squandered away the gift the father had given him… So much so he found himself eating slop with the pigs…

BUT that’s not the end of the story! He returned home, to his father, and not only did his dad run to meet him… I picture it like this: there’s a long dirt road with a house set way back… And the father sees his son from far off and begins to run towards him with open arms. The son hangs his head, knowing he’s failed. But the father reaches him and embraces him with such love, joy, and yes, forgiveness when he sees him. The son felt unworthy of his father’s love. He would have accepted the life of a servant in his fathers house. But y’all, not only did his father love him and forgive him, but he threw one heck of a shindig to welcome him home. That’s the beauty of love, grace, mercy.

I challenge you today, look at your life and where you were, where you are, and where you want to be. Evaluate and decide what “stuff” from your past you need to let go of so you can feel the warmth and loving embrace of your Father’s arms.

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