The last two years of my life have been hellish, not because of a major traumatic event, but because of me. I did it. I'd like to place the blame on someone or something, but I can't. The common denominator in all my suffering is me. That isn't to say that nothing trying has occurred. There have been challenges and bad decisions. There have been events and happenings, but the misery that is clinging to my bones making each breath painful is my own doing. Or rather, my undoing. I am, to borrow from Isaiah, undone. My question; is being undone enough? If you look at various translations of Isaiah 6:1-5, you will see undone translated as lost or ruined. If there could only be an English word that encompassed all three ideas at once, I would use it. Unlike Isaiah, I am not undone, lost or ruined because of a vision of the Almighty. I am worthless because I am clinging to the past. Paul's letter to the Philippians encouraged them to put the interests of ot...
Musing of a mostly sane, perfectly saved and yet entirely flawed bible believing woman and biblical counselor.