Regret from the past dies hard for us. The one whom the Bible calls "the accuser" throws it in our faces, keeping memories about the worst things we've done so alive that in our minds, they start to define us. Whenever toxic shame gains a foothold, things like grace, forgiveness, and new mercies leak out of us like water passing through a drain hole. It's almost as if we're hardwired for self-loathing, trapped in its grip like a tired, demoralized, wing-clipped eagle stuck in a birdcage. |
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