Dear God, make me a bird

My sisters-in-law and I love the Jenny line from Forrest Gump, Dear God, make me a bird… so I could fly far… far, far away from here. I can’t tell you how often that sentiment floats through my head. Almost daily.

Jenny really had it right though when it comes to dealing with thoughts. Some of them need to get the heck outta here. Thoughts can be dangerous, thoughts can be dicey, thoughts are where actions start; good or bad.

The devil tries to capitalize on our thoughts, that’s where we can either win or lose the battle on sin. You see, the devil brings thoughts to our minds and they just sound like us. He doesn’t announce himself and say, “Hi, this is the devil, I’m going to tempt you now.” No, it comes as a simple thought, and it comes in our own voice.

The Bible says in James 1:14-15, But each one is tempted when he is drawn away by his own desires and enticed. Then, when desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, brings forth death.

This principle obviously applies to all sin, but something I don’t believe we think about much is how it applies to our emotions, our feelings, our hurts. Emotional pain can make us do some bad stuff. It can open a box that’s pretty tough to shut.

What about when we dwell on a hurt, or stew about how someone did us dirty? What about replaying a fight in our minds and going over everything the other person said and how much it hurt or how mad it made us? Let’s get honest here, have you ever written it down so you wouldn’t forget how mean that person was?

I have.

There is no difference in dwelling on a past hurt and it bringing forth sin, than dwelling on how much we need a drink or a pill or a substance, or a person, or a feeling, or a release, or anything else. It’s the dwelling on it that opens that door.

We’ve all been hurt. We’ve all suffered loss. We all know pain. But pain doesn’t have to define us, past hurts don’t have to entomb us. There is freedom in forgiveness. Let the hurt go, forgive that person in Jesus’ Name and move on. Don’t dwell on it, don’t stew over it. Let it go, let it fly far far away from you, setting you free.


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