I can live without anything or anyone, but I cannot live without God!

Saturday, November 19, 2011


Deep in the basement of our own sole are boxes and boxes of experiences. Some are so well hidden and covered with dust that we cannot even see that they are there. Others are right there on top, without a bit of dust, but oh how they are tattered and worn. They are the ones we revisit over and over again. They may be wonderful memories that make us feel warm and happy inside. Others may be old hurts that we just cannot let go of or move beyond. They keep us stuck in the past. Dreaming only of what might have been instead of dreaming of what we can build. The rebuilding process might start by putting aside the familiar boxes and start exploring the hidden ones. In these we just might find treasures in ourselves that were meant to shine. The ones we were actually mean to be. What might stop us from examining them is the hurts that went with them. The reasons they ended up in boxes. Laughed at, put down, or just pronounced as impossible, we packed them away. Be courageous. Go beyond the voices and memories and have a look.

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