Love that moves mountains

Love really does move mountains.

In my case it was a mountain of painful memories. Many years ago I abruptly ended and left a relationship full of tumult. While I have changed location and have a wonderful life with a supportive husband who is my dearest companion, until recently a heavy load of sorrows from the past was weighing me down. These included the emotional hurt I felt and a litany of reasons why; self-justification for leaving the relationship without working toward a more harmonious parting; and regret for lost time, for wounded hearts, and for mistakes in judgment I’d made. But the thing that troubled me more than all the rest was that I had failed to see this individual as God’s child. Instead, I’d accepted a view of him that was far from Godlike—that portrayed him as unkind, unyielding. Hence, my mountain.

Be a peacemaker
February 17, 2020

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