Showing posts with label guilt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label guilt. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Corrie Ten Bloom
The purpose of being guilty is to bring us to Jesus. Once we are there, then its purpose is finished. If we continue to make ourselves guilty - to blame ourselves - then that is sin in itself.
Let it go - Sheila Walsh
*I will have lots of quotes still to come - but this story really stood out.....
She opened the box that had been delivered that morning & peeled back layer upon layer of soft, pink tissue paper. Nestled inside was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. She pulled it out & held it up to the sun that was streaming through her bedroom window.
The dress was exquisite. It was white & had satin ribbons around the waist that tied in a bow in the back. She tried it on & it fit as if it had been tailor made. Not usually given to spontaneity or to dancing, she found herself twirling around & round. The ribbons flew out behind her like flags in a summer breeze.
Suddenly, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She almost didn't recognize herself: light, FREE, almost childlike. She stopped immediately & took off the dress. Putting it back in the box, she covered it once more with the tissue paper & placed the box under the bed. She took her old gray dress off the chair, pulled it over her head, & straightened her hair in the mirror.
"There," she said. "That's as it should be"
She opened the box that had been delivered that morning & peeled back layer upon layer of soft, pink tissue paper. Nestled inside was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. She pulled it out & held it up to the sun that was streaming through her bedroom window.
The dress was exquisite. It was white & had satin ribbons around the waist that tied in a bow in the back. She tried it on & it fit as if it had been tailor made. Not usually given to spontaneity or to dancing, she found herself twirling around & round. The ribbons flew out behind her like flags in a summer breeze.
Suddenly, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She almost didn't recognize herself: light, FREE, almost childlike. She stopped immediately & took off the dress. Putting it back in the box, she covered it once more with the tissue paper & placed the box under the bed. She took her old gray dress off the chair, pulled it over her head, & straightened her hair in the mirror.
"There," she said. "That's as it should be"
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