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Redemption from bad relationships


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I'll go straight into this. Relationships are a huge topic and there are many blogs, songs, TV shows and whatever-you-wish-to-add-to-that-list about them.




But this post is sort of not about relationships - at least not about getting into one or keeping your relationship thriving - it is about what you do with those that are broken.




In my time, I have held on to broken pieces of a failed relationship not knowing what to do with them: I could toss them in the garbage and dust my hands off the mess, or I could try to piece it all together again, or I could hold on to them and use them as building blocks for another relationship. Decisions, decisions.




I find that the easiest option is to dust my hands off. To move on and live my life. Although this has worked for me to an extent, I believe there is more to be gained from a dating history that you never wished for.




The foot of the cross is where I have laid my regret and pain. Regret brings repentance from the boundaries I have crossed and the temptations I gave in to, and the pain yields a cry for healing from heart ache.




At the cross is where I get encouragement that my sins are atoned for, that my broken heart will be healed, because the cross is where redemption meets sinners like myself, those of us who are striving to have the perfect relationships but are far from being perfect ourselves.




The cross is where I am reminded of my shortcomings when I am inclined to point out my ex-partner's faults.  The cross is where I find grace to forget the past and forgive those who have hurt me. It is where I find the grace to forgive myself and seek forgiveness for those I have hurt. It is where I know there is hope for a better relationship, one that paints the picture of Christ's love for His church, done in the power and leading of His Spirit.




So do you regret your past relationships? God gives redemption from broken relationships too.


Marshall Segal from desiringGod.org has written about this topic as well. He's a fantastic writer and speaks from experience (nothing like lessons from the school of life, ey?)




With Love,




FeyVored

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