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24 Comments:
No question - we're always harder on ourselves (although we can be world-class at making excuses). I stick myself with feathers all the time.
I get this about how we see ourselves. At least, though, from afar, the grace you exude would make it easy for me to forgive you.
Oooooohhhhh...to trudge!
Oh...to skip!
And I toss and turn all night, something is irrating me! Only in the morning do I see what it was.
Powerful post.
Thank you!
The night visions never leave us, do they?
You too? I just can't describe my midnight tossings so poetically.
Beautiful and powerful post. Oh, that we would extend ourselves the grace we give to others.
Word verification: wings
Appropriate for today's post, yes? ;)
Oh my goodness I am way to hard on myself... I love how you are able to describe your process so eloquently.
This is me. In fact, I was doing that very thing as I lay in bed this morning.
I love the bright photo!
It helps, doesn't it, to hear others speaking of how they stick themselves with their own faults. Then we can acknowledge that our own habits (seeing ourselves as not measuring up to what God would expect!) don't cause God to give up on us. Thank heavens for the grace and mercy of God, who is loving and forgiving. "He knows our frame, that it is dust."
what an image.. the hard candy ..
I'm joining you in this...
Me too, LL, me too. The hard candy sticky with feather - that's a wonderful image for what accumulates when we don't deal with things and let them go.
oh yeah totally get this...ourselves are often the hardest to forgive...esp when the head hits the pillow...
Just added this to your tab in my "Great Quotes" file L.L.! I hate hard candy and your use of it in this poem that seems to come right out of my own midnights, was absolutely perfect to describe how I feel about my stubborn faults. Somehow thinking of them as hard candy stuck with feathers added just a touch of something like humor and maybe not so intimidating! Love, love, LOVE this!!
Oh, I know how this feels. Great description of faults being like hard candy. Thanks for sharing :)
No. I'M the hardest person to forgive. Can totally relate. Well done.
me, too. "unwrapped and stuck with feathers"
but i love the verse in psalms that says,"do not bring your servant into judgement, for no one living is righteous before you."
I do that too. Thanks for sharing.
but in the morning one has the chance to begin again, and remember to throw away the candies before attracting ants...
you have such a pretty blog, i come here quietly often, and to your other ones too...
little temptation that we keep so close but so far away...well written..cheers pete
Each night I lie awake
Completely alone
A voice is calling, and I tremble
For it's not my own
My own
I can't ignore it
Although I try
The intrusive whisper fascinates me
Here's why
Here's why
The secrets gather 'round as the voice recites
The secret history of my immortal soul
Indestructable
Indefensible
Reprehensible
10,000 years of unerasable acts
And permanent facts
The record of my
Unspeakable crimes
In previous lives
In previous times
Indelibly stains
The pages of history
Indestructible
Indefensable
Reprehensible
Night after night a voice recites my misdeeds
And puts me to sleep
But tells me that I
Won't remember a thing
When morning comes at last
I rub my eyes
Remember nothing and thinking
Only of my plans
My plans
The world is spinning 'round and I'm on the top
And nothing in the world can ever make me stop
Indestructible
Indefensible
Reprehensible
10,000 years of unerasable acts
And permanent facts
And only I know
Who's responsible
Indefensible
Reprehensible
Me
"Reprehensible"
by They Might Be Giants
Tears, for the truth of it is too true for me, particularly in childhood. Biggest change I ever made was self-forgiveness. And all said in exquisite short form! Mine would have been too long. Like the feathers stuck to the candy best...
This is heartbreaking and beautiful. I want more.
I like the image of hard candy under a pillow because it's such a childlike/childish way to approach it.
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