70 x 7 = Endless

I have come to realize that when Jesus spoke to Peter concerning forgiveness, He wasn’t giving him a cute little math equation to complete. He wasn’t giving him a rule to follow and a number to which to count that solves all those moments when someone hurts you again and again. Jesus wasn’t even giving him a bit to memorize; so, he could add it all up after the offense, and then, somehow magically, as if rubbing your hands together to get a bit of dirt off, all could be resolved and forgiven in a certain situation or relationship.

No, truthfully that’s not how forgiveness works. That may work for some petty argument , one in which you really shouldn’t have started anyway. That might work for those little pokes and prods that spouses or close friends go through simply because of a difference if personalities or because of individual likes and dislikes.

Yeah, those formulas might works for these exchanges…

But when your heart wrenches at the betrayal and lies… when your mind returns to the offense over and over again because the perpetrator has brought the wound so deep… when your very soul is constricted, and it’s hard to take in a cleansing breath because the knife that cut so deep is still wedged between your spine and shoulder blade…

These are the times in life when you have to go back to this Scripture time and again and realize what Christ was saying.

To truly forgive, we don’t just forgive 490x a day, or 490x per person or even per incident. To truly forgive, from the depth of your being, you must forgive 490x per moment that you need to forgive that person.

Because sometimes, the pain is so incredible, and the offender keeps bringing the knife of pain to stab again and again until the pain is so excruciating that it’s suffocating.

That’s when we have to ask God to help us to forgive as He forgave on the cross. That’s when we may have to pray every minute of everyday, “Oh Father, forgive them for they know not what they do!“

Yes, when the pain runs deep, and the wounds seem never ending, our Heavenly Father can and will help us to fight give.

Yet, understand…forgiveness never means perfect reconciliation. As we are not God, and the offender isn’t a spirit being either.

Sometimes, the offense, while forgiven may not be reconcilable. The wound, while healing by His divine hand, may not allow for the sword to be drawn against it again.

Sometimes, broken things stay broken.

Sometimes, cheaters cannot redeem the betrayal. Abusers cannot redeem the abuse. Liars cannot redeem the lies.

Sometimes, forgiveness just doesn’t bring reconciliation…but it can bring peace.

And that is okay.

“Then Peter came to Him and said, “Lord, how often shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? Up to seven times?” Jesus said to him, “I do not say to you, up to seven times, but up to seventy times seven.

Matthew 18:21-22 nkjv

Sometimes, Severing is Survival

Wow. Came across this song tonight and felt it tug on my soul.

Sometimes, severing a relationship, a friendship, a bond, a soul tie is a must.

If simply for survival…

For a life to once again thrive…

Unless, you’ve been to the point of silent pain, irrevocable destruction, or heart wrenching betrayal, this concept may seem foreign, even ludicrous to your ears.

But if you’ve cried yourself to sleep at night over words that were spoken against you…

If you’ve hidden your face in shame for deeds you never committed…

If you’ve stood in utter shock and amazement as one who promised to defend nonchalantly walked away,

or lied to your face,

or spilled slanderous gossip to cause heads to turn…

Then, you might begin to understand.

Sometimes, severing is simple survival.

And healing brings a heart to thrive again.

“Now I urge you, brethren, note those who cause divisions and offenses, contrary to the doctrine which you learned, and avoid them. For those who are such do not serve our Lord Jesus Christ, but their own belly, and by smooth words and flattering speech deceive the hearts of the simple.”

Romans 16:17-18 nkjv

“Do not be envious of evil men, nor desire to be with them; For their heart devises violence, and their lips talk of troublemaking.

Proverbs 24:1-2 nkjv

“We sever the tie of constraint; the leash that keeps us cohering to someone else’s plan rather than stepping out and realizing our true potential,” says Anthony of the impetus behind the single. (per ccmagazine.com)

*this song nor the quote, I do not own nor possess. Simple google search.

Tuesday’s Treats #206

The Shack (the Waterfront Original)

Location: Fort Walton, Florida

I reviewed this a couple of years ago, but unfortunately, I somehow messed up the actual review, and only half of it got posted…and for whatever reason, WP won’t allow me to go in and fix it! Ugh!

Well, we ate here again the other day; so, now I can give a full review! Yay!

The dockside feel of this restaurant is wonderful! The large windows are latched above from the inside ceiling. The wooden pub style tables and chairs lend themselves to a casual, feel-good atmosphere. The uncovered dock, of course, is the literal “dockside feel” (lol), but we prefer the inside “dockside.”

The day we went, the wind was blowing pretty fiercely, but I just twisted up my hair with a pen, and we rocked it through lunch. It was too good not to enjoy! And if you were sitting on the gulf eating seafood, the wind would probably be worse! The food will fill your belly until you can’t eat anymore, and you’ll want to ask them to roll you to the door.

You can find the wonderful plate pics in my previous review*, as we were starving on this day, and I didn’t even pull out my camera! We ordered the hushpuppies for an appetizer, and let me tell you, if you’re not careful, you’ll fill up on these before your food comes to the table! They are that good! And they’re served with a strawberry butter, which at first thought, sounds like quite an oddity, but oh, it is scrumptious! Also, on the last trip, we had the firecracker shrimp app. Delicious!!

We ordered blackened red fish and blackened mahi mahi, both are served with hush puppies (yeah, we ate more! lol!) and cole slaw. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!! Everything was delicious, even the cole slaw, and I’m not usually a fan. Oh, I did order a Caesar salad to start as well. It was a bit too heavy on the dressing, but the flavors were oh, so yummy!

We were going to have dessert, but we had just stuffed ourselves to the brim. So, we opted out, but they have several we wanted to try! I was so wanting their key lime pie! Had it last time, and what I remember was delicious!

We will definitely come again when we’re back in the area.

*Note: it appears that the the review link may not open. However, if you go to the search bar of my blog and search “The Waterfront,” the Tuesday’s Treat #139 will appear! How weird!

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Tuesday’s Treats #189

Country Cupboard Cafe

Location: Dillard, GA

If you’re looking for amazing, homemade desserts or great, southern style vegetables, this is the place to go. They also have amazing pot roast, fried chicken, and basically almost every southern dish you can think of, and the salad bar is incredible. We’ve not had one bad meal here, and we have frequented this restaurant for years.

Recently, we have been eating lunch in another local town, going up to Black Rock Mountain State Park, and then, stopping by here for their delicious desserts. The picture above is not the most eloquent photo of homemade apple pie, as I didn’t get it with a scoop of ice cream, but let me assure you, it tastes just like grandma’s recipe, delicate, flaky crust and all. I could eat this pie just about every day and twice on Sunday. You just don’t find an apple pie very often that is made as delicious as this. My husband loves the French Chocolate silk pie sundae is absolutely amazing. Be prepared. You’ll leave here wishing you hadn’t eaten so much, but definite satisfies you came.

They also have key lime pie, pecan pie, coconut pie, and so many more to list. Everything is homemade; so, you’re not getting a grocery store piece of pie here. No, sir. It’s all freshly baked. They also have an assortment ice cream and fudge; so, your choices for dessert are endless.

They also have a cute little gift shop where you can shop for a few unique items.

I’ve reviewed this restaurant before, but I focused more on the meal offerings; so, I thought I’d review again and give an update on the desserts. 😉

The Sweet Perfume

Be encouraged today… Smell the sweet fragrance of Hope and Grace. 💗

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Over the last month or so, I’ve been trying to get consistent with walking daily through my neighborhood. I’m not crazy consistent, but I’ve definitely done better than before I started. Ha!

Our neighborhood is beautiful, and it has plenty of curves and hills; so, I feel I’m getting quite the workout, and the whole thing, all cul-de-sacs (5) included, is just shy of 1.5 miles. So, I try to make 2 loops, which gives me right at 3 miles. Woohoo!

The weather was absolutely perfect today. The humidity was extremely low, and the temp was maybe in the high seventies by the time I stepped out my front door, right at sunset, to try and get in a full 2 loops of walking before it was too dark. I asked my youngest son to go with me; so, I wouldn’t be by myself, and he wouldn’t be left home…

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The Gift

LIFE is a gift. Cherish those you have in it.

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You came in without warning. You stole my heart and promised we’d be forever. Our days together were sweet, thrilling and unforgettable. We learned to love, to endure and to persevere with one heartbeat.

We didn’t just survive the storms. We learned to thrive and to conquer. They shouted, “Dreamers!” They mocked, “Too good for truth!” We grasped hands and promised to squelch their sneers and scoffing.

The years came like a blur. Children, diplomas, anniversaries and goodbyes. It was a fairy tale others dreamt to have. We were fighting the odds and winning with a high score.

The squall rolled in without alarm. We trusted what had been would always be. We held our hearts in our hands and exchanged the promise once more. For we knew this is not the end.

What will be will always be.

Penned – MG – 5/31/18

*I did not make, nor do…

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The New Year’s Resolution 

via The New Year’s Resolution 

I AM – Devotional Style Short Stories – “The Potter”

I AM – Devotional Style Short Stories – “The Potter”

I AM – Devotional Style Short Stories – “The Potter”
— Read on suespen2paper.com/2018/12/14/i-am-devotional-style-short-stories-the-potter/

Beautiful!

Never Again

The best thing to do in those moments of pain, bitterness and despair is to hold onto hope, release the pain and embrace forgiveness. It doesn’t bring instantaneous joy, but it definitely will bring eternal peace…

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Tears fall like rain down the well worn path tonight.
Memories of yesterday flood in black, shielding my sight.

You steal the joy in today by the lies of promised change.

Yet, suddenly my heart is not broken this time, all feels strange.

The pain I expected is lessened by a greater presence of hope.

I am no longer bound by your emotional game and rope.

My hands are open as I let go of all you have done and forgive.

I release your memories, your deceit and your hate, never again to relive.

Penned – MG – 8/10/17

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Bring Your Brokenness

Hope this helps someone’s broken heart today as it has mine.. 💕

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Sometimes, we clutch and hold so tightly the very things that are broken, bruised and shattered in our lives, those things which God so desperately longs to heal for us. It makes me think of a tiny child whose favorite doll has a leg that falls off or a toy truck that has a wheel that keeps coming off. Sometimes, that child will hold onto the toy, trying to put the broken part back together, growing more and more frustrated, because it just won’t work right. Finally, growing so frustrated, they throw a temper tantrum or break the toy further, not knowing how else to handle the situation.

This reminds me of our youngest with his lego building. There was a time when he just could not get some of the pieces apart to put them exactlywhere he wanted. He has always been pretty independent in his building of things…

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