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Forgiveness has
been a lot on my mind recently and I expressed my thoughts in a poem. It was
inspired by the common theme I observed that the true cost of un-forgiveness,
can cost the freedom of not just one self but for generations to come.
The
story of the daffodil…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
When
sin entered the earth, it was inevitable that we would be enduring some sort of
difficulties, challenges, pain & strife in the fallen world we live
in-becoming a product of our environment. A cycle that seems to go on endlessly
& mindlessly for generations to come.
How we
describe the true meaning of life, is quite telling of the beliefs & values
we were talked or observed during childhood. Our past does not determine our
destiny, nor does it define us as human beings. The deep rooted held beliefs
& values sets the foundation of our own meaning of life.
When
we learn to forgive past endeavours, we begin to heal & rediscover the
beauty of life. To be truly free in body, mind, spirit & soul that results
into a better outcome than the one we know.
We need to accept the past so healing can begin, embrace the here and
now. This begins a new chapter, a new journey of eternal freedom &
everlasting peace not just for now but for generations to come.
Un-forgiveness
keeps the pain fresh & each day it deepens to the depths of our souls. The
ironic part is that the cause of the pain (offender) is usually living
carefree & at ease, whilst the victim is imprisoned by the trauma that
leaves an imprint that may never return to its original self, until one
realizes that if one doesn’t let go, it can only prohibit your ability to live
in peace and when you find peace, your joy becomes the light of your life.
As a
Christian, I believe God is my only source and healer in my ability to live in
fullness. I will stay committed and accountable to the Word & promise I
made to the Lord because I trust him because if he can get me through, he can
also get me out but that is entirely depended on me letting him in &
healing my brokenness.
The
story of the daffodil begins as a flower that has been suppressed by its
environment, unable to bloom to its full being because not having a voice
became the norm. As each day pass, it losses a bit of the soul. Being battered
and bruised in body, mind, spirit & soul has become a way of life so much
so- the daily passing of healing & peace is met with much resistance,
because the pain has penetrated through the depths of its being that it was
almost at depletion.
An
overflow of love was poured from the heavens, slowly filled the depths of
despair to renewal of hope & faith not in the efforts of one self, but the
righteousness, peace & joy of Christ. An out pour of God’s grace can
transform the state of being to the state of living, whom loves us all so
unconditionally he does not give up but we must also allow him to come in &
show us the right path that offers true freedom.
The flower’s
destiny can be moved from being in the depths of despair not only visually but
it its soul & spirit the oppression was apparent, as always left an uneasy feeling the air &
the weight of the world on its shoulders inevitability left an inability to
cope. Once it’s realized that it does not have to cope on its own, that
realization would forever change the course of its life to its original glory
to thrive & become purposeful.
Have a
blessed week.
KIMI X
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