Yesterday, I Had A Moment

“When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago.”-Friedrich Nietzsche

“Yesterday, I Had A Moment”

Yesterday, I allowed myself to travel back in time & stir up some old emotions. In other words, I got lost in the hype. I allowed my mind to revisit a place that no longer served present day purpose. At first the thoughts were welcomed with anticipation, because I convinced myself it was necessary. I needed to let the past resurface to move forward, right? It wasn’t anything wrong with traveling down memory lane but then I got stuck there. I found myself subconsciously wandering at the cemetery.

As I strolled around the walking trail, I put an old song on repeat. I dug up feelings that God had buried. Then I begin to feel some type of way. I started to truly feel past rejections & insecurities rising. I begin to dwell on “what if scenarios.” I tried to become apart of an era that I outgrew & it just wasn’t comfortable anymore. It simply no longer fit & I was trying to force it.

The more I combed through memories, the frustration grew. I wasn’t this person anymore. These feelings were outdated. This was no longer my season & I was out of place. When God delivers you from Egypt, stay out. There’s nothing new to see. You’re time there in the wilderness has expired already. Why would you recreate a past that doesn’t serve your future? As Apostle Foust confirmed, “Why would you visit old graves?” Why try to resurrect the dead? Things God didn’t intend “to live,” let it stay buried.

On October 28, 2017, I found myself giving new life to old experiences. As the day ended, God sent a word to give the benediction & say goodbye! What are you holding on to that needs to be released? Set if free & allow yourself to enjoy the present of “now.” Live on purpose with purpose. Stop allowing past memories to pull you out of God’s character. Shift & refocus.

Biblical lesson: We know what happened to Lot’s wife when she looked back. She became a pillar of salt.

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