Two Types of Mountains
I believe in the power of our words. Whilst I am careful with what I say to others, there are times I can not curb the habit of saying merciless things to myself. We likely have all been there. Something goes wrong and we destroy ourselves. We tear ourselves down. Reducing our self-esteem. Starting a new narrative which is unflattering. Making it hard for us to recover. To shake off the dirt. To shake off the words. Instead we are finding pieces of it weeks later in amongst the creases of our lives. We may think we got it all? Do our best to shake it out. But somehow it stays. If we sit in the dirt of self deprecation, it gets everywhere. We insist it humbles us. Well I did. And we believe it’s part of the learning curve. Which I did. The truth is there is no mercy in it. And where there is no mercy, God is unheard. And where God is unheard, darkness creeps in. I sat in church one Sunday and as I listened to the speaker, I began to think of moving mountains. Matthew 17:20 "..