Monday’s MessageWhen a certain scent Takes you back To a former place A familiar time Do you reminisce Or do you cringe? Wiping your hands Hoping to forget Or maybe you think This is it Take me back To this paradise within And that’s the beauty of being human Memories that shape us Thoughts and places That claim us Taint us But we have this power within To rearrange the paint brush Filling our cracked canvas With steaks of gold Like a desert of dust With rivers of old Now living with mighty rivers that flow For this, I do know Our memories can serve us Or turn us But it is up to us To give full trust Knowing the One who created us Can change us With one small stroke of His master brush Filling us up with love and our hearts once dried up Quickly melt into mud Ready to be molded By the Potter who holds us Throw us into the furnace Where the fire does not burn us Beholding our new surface Tried and true With the mark of His golden hue “That ye put off concerning the former conversation the old man, Which is corrupt according to the deceitful lusts; and be renewed in the spirit of your mind; And that ye put on the new man, which after God is created in righteousness and true holiness” Ephesians 4:22-23 “Remember ye not the former things, neither consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.” - Isaiah 43:18-19 -Abigail Rice For more from today's author, visit instagram.com/ajourney2life
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