On my everyday stroll I pass by a tree. One half is damaged while the other side is flourishing, almost flipping over. It’s like that side grows for both sides simultaneously.
To carry around the damages side takes a lot of energy. Maybe even as much as the flourishing side eventually has run out of energy.
One day I will be physically dead. My spirit will leave my body and my body will become dust. Maybe a seed will draw its nutrition from that soil and become a tree. What is wounded will molder away and become a part of that soil bringing new life here on earth and what is eternal, my spirit, will receive a new body that cannot be damaged.
To erase things that has happened in my life is impossible. What is possible is to forgive and reconcile with the person I am and the experiences I have daring to grab on to the new life I have been given already on this earth. It doesn’t seem that hard, but it is to mentally die away from thoughts that has been planted throughout decades. It is letting go and trusting that from death springs life.
”And you, who were dead in your trespasses and the uncircumcision of your flesh, God made alive together with him, having forgiven us all our trespasses, by canceling the record of debt that stood against us with its legal demands. This he set aside, nailing it to the cross. He disarmed the rulers and authorities and put them to open shame, by triumphing over them in him.”