People make me angry. I make myself angry. Life makes me angry. The other day, I was telling several different people how tired I am of people never moving on. You know, God has given us freedom, right? Oftentimes, I speak of this without involving myself. I say, there are people God has healed and brought them out of their past — yet, they still live as if that past is ever-present. When it’s not. They have been released of their bonds. They are free, but walk daily like slavery still rains over their shoulders. I make it about others, but don’t really see my own self. Not surprising. It’s easier to see another’s sin than myself — though, I am fully aware of my own. Fully.
For some reason, however, Psalm 51: 1-2 has given me hope.
Have mercy on me, O God,
according to your steadfast love:
according to your abundant mercy
blot out my transgressions.
Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity,
and cleanse me from my sin!
I have this hope. He has cleansed me of my sin and does so again and again. He will blot out my inquiries and sins. They will be remembered, but will hold absolutely no power.
Praying those two verses gives me hope and brings comfort to my heart.
I just love it when David speaks from my heart. I do.