Letting Go: Revisited

Sometimes, you give someone else so much grief about letting go... and forget to do it yourself.
It is a scary thing - to give up something you've been holding onto, even if you're aware it's probably for the best. Like electric fences, for example. It hurts like crazy, but it takes some real effort to pry your fingers loose.
I've been on a bit of a "prove it" warpath lately, which was not entirely unjustified, however I'm thinking maybe it's time to do a little proving of my own.
I really dislike that thought. It makes me vulnerable again, and opens me up to hurt again, and gives someone else the power to hurt or use or reject me.
I guess without it, though, I'm pretty much stuck. No one can go forward with the Emergency Break on. Actually, that's not true. You can go for a little while, but eventually your car catches on fire or something terrible like that. But you get the idea.
I'm not promising to not feel hurt or to stop being a brat about somethings or to quit expecting a grand love affair.
I'm attempting to promise to try to love like I'm supposed to - without judgment or fear, with compassion and understanding, and (most importantly) forgiveness that keeps no record of wrongs.

21 Then Peter came to Jesus and asked,
“Lord, how many times shall I forgive my
brother or sister who
sins against me? Up to seven times?” 
 22 Jesus answered,
“I tell you, not seven times,
but seventy times seven."
Matthew 18:21-22


Sarah :: Plucky in Love

Sarah, aka "Plucky", blogs on the reg, unless she's on vacation or there's a Pretty Little Liars marathon or she's mulling over the implications of the phrase "on fleek." She can't live without iced coffee, a portable phone charger, or equal pay. Say hello!

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