Forgiven...

Forgiven

About 3 1/2 years ago, I took a trip on a helicopter. This trip was not a sight seeing trip over Alaska or the Grand Canyon. It was to the hospital for a heart attack. At this point, I had not had heart problems. Yes, I had a rapid heart beat for probably 20 years that was not considered a big deal at all. This was serious and I was a little worried. It turned out that the heart attack actually happened about two weeks later. At the time of my heart problem, my husband and I hiked up mountains, literally. We were active and I didn’t stop. God stopped me! He stopped me in my tracks and I listened.

Yea, that’s my foot above. I have a tattoo. I know at this point there are going to be those who talk about defiling the body. What do you put into your body and mind? There are many ways we defile the body. I got this tattoo about a month after my heart attack. I joke that people will be able to identify me if something happens. But the truth is, I look at this daily as I dress, take a shower, put on my shoes, etc. I look at the word and most of the time, I smile. But always, always, I know in my heart the word.

David cried out to God in Psalms 51:1-2, "Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions. Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin." You see, I can forgive others easily. Forgiving myself is hard. I carry so many things with me from childhood and forward that I have trouble forgiving. Mistakes that I have made throughout life. This is to me God's daily reminder that through it all, in every situation, I am forgiven. Through His blood, my sins are washed away. He loved me that much that He sent his precious son to die for me. I am forgiven!