My appearance was different.
My head was up and my shoulders back.
I stood with confidence.
The last time they had seen me I was spiritually bankrupted and a lost soul.
They counted me out.
I did not choose the life of drugging, lying and stealing.
When I took my first hit I was just having fun. I didn’t plan to become a menace to society.
That’s what I was the last time they seen me.
Now I am life.
Life and light lives inside me.
But I can see they are dissatisfied with who I had become.
They keep looking at where I am now and wondering how I do it.
They compared the new me to the old me. The one that died on the cross.
They said they can remember when I lost everything to my drug addiction.
And how my house, wife, and career went up in smoke with one hit.
They said they can remember when my own mother didn’t want anything to do with me.
They said they recall when I was hopeless and homeless.
They remember everything bad about me.
When we are trying to change it’s important to understand that’s what people do when they see we are changing.
They remind us how we use to be.
Their motives are to make us feel bad about our past.
But we can’t change or recover if we can’t accept our past.
It isn’t who begins the race that receives the reward; it’s who finishes the race who is victor.
Many people fall victim to this scheme of Satan’s.
Some give up and go back to the life they were living.
Don’t give up instead learn to put things in its proper perspective when people reminds you of your past.
By forgetting the past and pressing toward to win the prize of self-acceptance and by remembering how far God has brought you.
We don’t have to demand perfection of ourselves it’s enough to accept our past and move ahead as best as we can.
Our change is their hardest “good-bye.”