As Far As It Depends On You
It started when I began reading "Unglued" by Lysa TerKeurst. I barely made it through the first chapter page before I became convinced that she has cameras hidden somewhere in my home and had been watching all my less-than-stellar unglued moments. As I kept reading, I found plenty of "oh, that's me!...Ouch!" moments in those pages. I recognized myself in her stories of stuffing emotions, and those of exploding. I knew I had plenty of room for what Lysa calls "imperfect progress" - "slow steps of progress wrapped in grace".
Oh, but God didn't stop there. No. He keeps pressing on my heart. Every where I turned were messages of letting go of resentment.