Boldly declared, “I make my mistakes, my mistakes don’t make me.” That is until, they do. Have you staring at yourself in the mirror, asking the question, who are you? Those pretty lies the devil painted you, have faded. There’s not enough storage in your iCloud to hold the amount of selfies necessary to boost your self esteem. Your horoscope can’t explain why you’re going through what you’re going through, yet you’re still going through it. Suicidal thoughts dancing around your head like they’re in a broadway musical singing “I’m not mistakes. I am my mistakes. I’m not mistakes. I am my mistakes. I’m not mistakes. I am my mistakes. I’m not mistakes. I am my mistakes.”
I’ve made so many mistakes, I can’t tell the difference between them and me. I can’t pray pass hallowed it be. I don’t want your kingdom to come. God, look what I’ve done? I’ve made a mess of me and called it living my truth, called it living my best life, called it freedom. Shackles so pretty I didn’t notice them. Noose around my neck hanging so perfectly, I thought it was an accessory.
Raise your hand if you want to die. Raise it high so you can see you. Flaws and all, mistakes and weights. Is that what it’s going to take? Your life? When He’s already paid price? If you must die, die to your sins. We call them mistakes, but God calls it sin. The thing that separates us from Him. We’re too busy listening to our gospel music and attending our local services, hollering “everybody sins, we all just do it differently.” Which is really just a fancy way of saying, I’ll see you in hell, I’ll save you a seat next to me. If you’re going to make mistakes, accidentally love God with all your heart, unknowingly show someone the fruit of the Spirit, mistakenly love your neighbor as yourself.
In a society begging us to check on our strong friend, I’m asking you to check on the God within. He’s being laying dormant, you don’t even realize He’s alive. You’ve turned down the monitor, don’t want to hear a flat line. Don’t want to hear righteous judgement, don’t want to hear correction, don’t want to hear Godly wisdom, you don’t want to hear. But even if you’ve gone deaf, I pray you haven’t gone blind because His blood is everywhere, don’t waste it making mistakes.
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