Imagine that your sin, whatever it is, is a glass kitchen plate.
You clutch it tightly, out of fear of breaking it. So tightly you start to feel your pulse pulsate against the outer rim of the plate under the pressure.
Eventually, you can’t take it anymore. Hauling this plate around is inconvenient, and starting to become downright uncomfortable.
When you finally let that plate slip through your fingers, your eyes follow it all the way to the ground where it shatters into what looks like a million pieces.
The logical thing to do in this situation would be to sweep up the pieces and throw them away.
Instead, you choose to arrange all of those tiny, jagged pieces into your own beautiful little mosaic chaos displayed in the center of your kitchen floor.
You may leave the room for a bit to go out and live your life, but you never forget to return, sit in the middle of that pretty mandala of glass, and pierce your palms with its pieces to watch yourself bleed.
Why is it, daughter, that you are so inclined to watch yourself bleed over sins that have already been forgiven, for sins that My Son already bled for?
Is it because you feel like you don’t deserve any better? Because you feel guilty? Because of your shame?
…your sins I will tread underfoot (Micah 7:19)
…your sins I will cast into the depths of the sea (Micah 7:19)
…your sins I will make white as snow (Isaiah 1:18)
…the new creation has come (2 Corinthians 5:17)
Apply My Word as you would a salve into your deepest wounds.
It may sting, daughter. And it may take a bit for that to stop, but it will.
…the pain you are feeling will in no way compare to the joy that is coming (Romans 8:18)