Welcome to 2012! I am blessed to have seen the beauty of a new year and I praise God for preserving me and my loved ones. I rang in the New year in England with 2 of my closest friends (Love you sweet cheeks, love you 99999!) in the house of the Lord and it couldn't have been any better.
So we are in a new yr and I am prepped to do big things, my latter has to be better than my former and my first game of attack is closing the door to the past behind me.
I will stop living in the Past...
One of the biggest mistakes I have made and and have been continuously tempted to make is reminiscing about the past. Things I've lost, people who've left me and choices I have come to regret. Turns out that I am not the only one who's down it.
Gen 11 vs 27,28,31,32 (NLT) This is the account of Terah’s family. Terah was the father of Abram, Nahor, and Haran; and Haran was the father of Lot. But Haran died in Ur of the Chaldeans, the land of his birth, while his father, Terah, was still living....One day Terah took his son Abram, his daughter-in-law Sarai (his son Abram’s wife), and his grandson Lot (his son Haran’s child) and moved away from Ur of the Chaldeans. He was headed for the land of Canaan, but they stopped at Haran and settled there. Terah lived for 205 years and died while still in Haran.
Terah, Abram's father had lost a son named Haran and while he was on the way to Canaan, the promised land with all his family, he came into a land named Haran (his dead son's name) and decided to stay there! He stopped in his tracks and decided to live in a land that must have constantly reminded him of his dead son. He ultimately died there without ever making it to the promised land.
I am now promising myself to close the door to my past. I refuse to be Terah, who couldn't let go of his past even if meant missing his destiny. It might mean saying good bye to people, ending certain friendship or just coming to peace about certain situations; but whatever it means, I am ready to do it. Ready to step up and be all that I was created to be.
...Musings from atop the potter's wheel