choices

I hate making decisions. It always means I have to bear the responsibility and hence, consequences of what I decide.

You know how you sometimes make an order over the phone or purchase something online but it never really hits home until the delivery arrives at your doorstep? You think you've learnt everything God has to teach in that area, but when the delivery finally reaches you, you realise you're wrong- forgiving means there is no longer any barrier between the two of you, forgiving means the protective wall you used to shield yourself, built of hurt, sorrow or even hatred is gone, forgiving means that, as horrible as it sounds, you're vulnerable once more. Shockingly, the same qualities which attracted you still hold their charm- all because you've forgiven and chosen not to remember. Then you make a choice- to put the past behind you or to resume unforgiveness, because that is safer.

That dress is forever Yours Father.

Thank You for blessing this broken road,
and thank you, for waiting, in so many ways.