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Day 13/30

Day Thirteen - A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.




The only person I can think of to write an open letter of pain to is myself.
 
Dear Self,
 
Sometimes you are extremely gullible.  If you hear something from television or someone you trust, you take it for truth without ever checking it against scripture.  That might seem to work, but it doesn't in the end, it just leads to pain and heart ache. 
In the future, I would appreciate if you were to take every thing you hear and talk with Jesus about it and make sure that you take a look through the Bible to see what it says in there before you go about making assumptions about things. 
I have to tell you, I am pleased that you did realize these lies you believed in regards to food and sex.  Life has been much better since you started to see God's plan for both of those in your life.  I also appreciate that even though the body has determined to undermine itself on a regular basis since the advent of the 30's you have continued on and for the most part only have one scar to show for all of it and let's be honest you were never going to show that part of yourself to any body except Joel after having a baby. 
I'm looking forward to continuing on and growing, rooting out some more of these lies that are holding be back from the freedom that Jesus wants me to have.  I appreciate that you have recognized them and decided to deal with them instead of pretending like they don't exist or that they aren't causing any problems.  I think that would be how imaginary Jesus's would come into being. 
Okay, self, you're 35 starting today.  I expect that you'll make it look good.  Go out and get carded!
 
Love,
 
Tina

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