It finally happened! My tractor got a nasty little scratch in it. Now all I see is that scratch! Ugh, the ANXIETY. I'll be bush hogging a field and wondering if that scratch is the wound that will be the death to my tractor. My mind starts thinking about the impending rust that is to come and also the awful chance of someone noticing the scratch and saying something about it.
So goes the life of a Christian I suppose. The beauty of the life in which God has designed, paid for, redeemed, and is making new every day is overlooked by a nasty little scratch of sin. In the midst of the discourse on faith, Hebrews says this about our great grandfathers in the faith, "If they had been thinking of that land from which they had gone out, they would have had opportunity to return." The best way to deal with the mistakes of sin, the scratch's of life is to confess you have a scratch, and move on, never looking back. Looking back only leaves the door of opportunity open for more distrust, doubt, and sin to re-enter. God has paid for those sins. Now we must learn to leave them where they belong, in the past. And yes, scratch is misspelled in the image, I just wish you would not have pointed it out.