I found myself opening an old hat box this morning. The lid doesn’t fit properly, and so I tugged on it for quite sometime before it came loose.
Part of me didn’t want to open it, especially knowing that I’d end up in tears. But part of me ached to remember.
The letters and cards were filled with memories that gripped me tightly. And now I sit weeping.
In one letter, I found this quote by C. S. Lewis:
“Though our feelings come and go, His love for us does not. It is not wearied by our sins, or our indifference; and, therefore, it is quite relentless in its determination that we shall be cured of these sins, at whatever cost to us, at whatever cost to Him.”
I never imagined the cost would hurt so much.
Oh Father, teach me to have revulsion for sin. Always.
“Of the things that I hate when I look at my life,
the worst is my being alone…”
– Don Chaffer