Church wrecked me Sunday.
Like ugly crying, sniffling and snotting all over the place, mascara all down my face. I’m now considering fake eyelashes because then I wouldn’t have to worry about raccoon tracks going down my face every single church service.
This Sunday’s sermon: grief and regret.
It’s something I’ve battled every single day since November 13th. The sermon was written for me – no doubt. The grief is real, and the regrets – the regrets continuously haunt me and taunt me. The last few months I’ve stepped inside of a self-made prison – one that I won’t let myself out of.
The question Pastor Trey left us with was this: Will those mistakes continue to hold you down, or will they bring you to a place that you can finally be free?
I want to be free. God wants me to be free. God wants you to be free. He doesn’t want us bound up by self-made shackles. God has the key, and that key is His grace.
Regrets are real. But God’s grace is bigger than any self-made shackles we’ve locked ourselves into.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18