I had a scrapbook deep and thick I read it in the night I burned the candle to the wick A precarious light
In it there were photographs And clippings by the score Of every wrong and every shaft That'd pierced me to the core
I kept my quill at my right hand And in the margins wrote My hourglass had lost its sand My eyes began to float
This book was worn with constant care The dogeared pages bent I was constantly to share Of those I did resent
Time came 'round to find me sick Ailing from the frost Of a cold poison dark and thick I knew that all was lost
I bent closer, smelt the book It was the book itself! I'd recover, all it took Was to place it on the shelf!
And so the scrapbook lost allure I closed it with a snap The health of soul I then assured I placed on pen its cap
Close your books, my dearest friends And in the end you'll see Your spiritual health you will amend
You'll finally be FREE!
I went to a small prayer meeting yesterday. I told them of my pain and angst due to unforgiveness I my heart. They told me of the analogy above. They used just this metaphor. You don't FEEL forgiveness. It's a DECISION. YOU JUST DO IT. And when unforgiving thoughts come back You simply DO NOT ENTERTAIN THEM.
BLESS THOSE WHO HATE YOU AND PRAY FOR THEM.
I have found praying for enemies the Single greatest tool to forgiveness.
Remember, you aren't doing it For THEM ONLY. YOU'RE DOING IT FOR YOURSELF!