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    Friday of the First Week of Lent – The Weight of Forgiveness

    Forgive and you will be forgiven – Luke 6:37

    I’m having trouble finding the words today.  

    What can I say about forgiveness? 

    I know I ask for it from our Lord, probably on a daily basis, but am I willing to extend it to others just as easily?

    The passage today says “Forgiveness isn’t a feeling – it’s a decision.”  

    A decision.

    Let’s sit with that for a minute.  “Forgiveness isn’t a feeling – it’s a decision.”  

    To me it’s always been a feeling.  

    Forgiving meant I felt better.  

    It meant it was over.  The offense was null and void and in the past.  

    But is that true?  

    If I’m being totally honest with myself, perhaps it wasn’t null and void.  Perhaps I buried the feelings, but did I really forgive my offender?  

    Or am I still carrying the weight of it all?  Holding onto hurts only to have them bubble up at unexpected times?  

    The passage says, “forgiveness doesn’t erase the past, but it loosens its grip on our hearts.  We’re not only setting others free – we’re healing ourselves.” 

    So…if we embrace those words…we can hand our hurts over to God.

    We can decide to let Him handle it.

    In His way, in His time.  

    And we can begin to heal. 

    As difficult as it may be to accept at times, I suppose it’s true… 

    Forgiveness is a decision.  Deciding to forgive is intentional.  

    And ultimately, it’s freeing.

    So maybe forgiveness is both.

    A feeling and a decision.   

    If I decide to forgive, if I hand my hurts over to God, I’ll feel lighter, happier, more peaceful.

    So…this lent I’ll pray for strength, honesty, and mercy and I’ll pray the same for you.

    Forgive me Lord for my failings and help me to forgive others.  We lay our hurts at Your feet…you can take it from here.  Amen. 

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    Wednesday of the First Week of Lent – A God Who Sees

    “Withdraw into your heart, and speak there with God who listens.” – St. Augustine

    My quiet time each morning is the most precious part of my day.  

    I usually rise before the sun, and before anyone in my home.  

    I start the coffee and empty the dishwasher in the few minutes while it brews.  

    I turn on a small light in the corner of my family room and I sit with God.  

    I begin by offering my own little prayer of invitation…

    “Come Holy Spirit.  Come be with me in this pocket of quiet prayer.  Help me to keep my heart open to God’s word, and to carry his message with me throughout my day.”

    It’s during those quiet moments that I realize nothing else really matters.  The clutter on my kitchen counters, the laundry that needs to be done, the task list for the day.  

    Everything can wait.  

    My mornings are precious, they are mine and mine alone with God and I cherish them.   

    The noise of life, the distractions, the chaos we endure each day, it’s all the work of the enemy to draw us away from Him.  

    See Revelation 12:17 – So the dragon was enraged with the woman, and went off to make war with the rest of her children, who keep the commandments of God and hold to the testimony of Jesus.

    Today’s passage is a subtle reminder that despite all of my lofty intentions for growth and progress, silence and stillness is the way.

    I’ve learned God speaks in the silence. 

    God listens in the silence. 

    God knows our hearts.  

    And he loves us always.

    Psalm 46:10 – Be still and know that I am God.

    Today…for me and for you, I pray for more stillness, more silence, more peace, more love.  Amen.

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    Tuesday of the First Week of Lent – The Power of a Word

    Jesus.

    What was your first thought when you read His name?  

    Jesus.

    Did it bring peace and calm?  Did it bring hope?  

    Or did it launch reminders of anger and frustration?  

    How often we use His name in vain.

    How often we use it as a punchline or flippantly utter it in passing.

    Yet, how often do we confess the sinful nature of those actions?

    Well…this writing went in a direction I didn’t expect…

    I suddenly realized just how often I use His name. 

    I use it in prayer, and I revere it, but if I’m being honest, I oftentimes use it in ways that are less than reverent.

    Full disclosure…I gave up cursing for Lent.  It was not until I declared it to myself and my family that I realized just how often I use inappropriate language.  

    So…I’m using a good old fashioned “swear jar” and offering prayers of repentance.  

    Each time I use a swearword I place a coin in a jar as a visual reminder (as of this writing there are already several coins in that jar) and then I whisper a prayer asking forgiveness.  

    This passage not only shined a light on my failings of choice language, it taught me that Jesus isn’t just a word, it isn’t just an expression…it’s powerful, it’s above all, and it’s a prayer.  

    So, this Lent, I pray for awareness of my words, and to think before I speak.

    And, when I find myself at a loss for expressive thoughts in prayer… I’ll simply whisper His name…

    Jesus.

    And I’ll remember He is not a punchline…

    He is my Lord and Savior.