Sleeping with Bread

Letting go of...

people who discourage and divide me from hope, joy, peace, love... etc.

things that keep me off balance, teetering on the edge, and pushing me to run with all engines "GO!"

Holding on to...

people who lovingly speak the truth and inspire me to keep keeping on in spiritual and personal growth.

things that make sense to me and bring something more than clutter in my life.

This following passage from Psalms captures the ever transitional place my life seems to be. Looking to God for wisdom and direction, while trying to take new steps in upcoming adventures. Letting go of the old shadows that distract from a greater purpose and opportunity for growth and development. Holding on to love and grace in the midst of great change and asking God to fill my life with more relationships that challenge me to continue becoming more of the human I'm to be.

Psalm 25 - Of David.
1[a] To you, O LORD, I lift up my soul;

2 in you I trust, O my God.
Do not let me be put to shame,
nor let my enemies triumph over me.

3 No one whose hope is in you
will ever be put to shame,
but they will be put to shame
who are treacherous without excuse.

4 Show me your ways, O LORD,
teach me your paths;

5 guide me in your truth and teach me,
for you are God my Savior,
and my hope is in you all day long.

6 Remember, O LORD, your great mercy and love,
for they are from of old.

7 Remember not the sins of my youth
and my rebellious ways;
according to your love remember me,
for you are good, O LORD.

8 Good and upright is the LORD;
therefore he instructs sinners in his ways.

9 He guides the humble in what is right
and teaches them his way.

Comments

Mel said…

Beautiful.....

I love the verse....and I love what you're moving towards.

Thank you--I needed reminders of what's worth holding on TO.....

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Unknown said…

I love these verses, too. There is that song--from the band whose name I can't remember now--which is based on these verses and it never fails to move me to tears.

I love your attitude at this time of transition--but then again, you always have such a great attitude. You are quite the example!

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