Oh, the power of God! Last night at our bible study, we shared letters to a person who had hurt us. With the intention of not sending those letters, just using the act of writing them as a means to get out all the junk in our hearts; like 'cleaning the attic'. We wrote and read our letters, then ripped them to shreds. Writing my letter was theraputic and I felt healed afterwards. But it was the physical act of tearing it to shreds that I loved!
One woman sent her letter to the person who had hurt her. She saw it as an opportunity to heal the rift between her and her mother. She read her letter, but couldn't rip it up. She read from a copy of the letter; she wanted to keep it as proof of what she had written so nothing could come back to her misrepresented. It was obvious that her mother would try to twist her letter into an attack. After she shared her need to keep the letter, another member of the bible study shared some encouragement. She said that the letter was the 'evidence' she needed to prove to herself that she was not at fault - to protect herself from the harmful words and actions that might present themselves as a reaction to the letter.
Brilliant comparision! How often do we grip our own 'evidence' so tightly that we don't allow God to step in and heal us and the situation?
There was not a dry eye when that letter was torn up! I was filled with such joy for her! The simple act of destroying our letters lead to such healing. It was an act of giving our pain to God - He knows our hearts, He knows what we need. That letter represented our needs - written in our own hands. Now each of us knows that we have been forgiven, God has given us redemption.
I praise God for His love for me and for you!
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