Imagination and memories are miles apart in reality.
When we’re young we imagine…when we mature we remember. Memories, pleasant or otherwise, have no respect. In fact, the older we get the more memories we have to store away. They surface at the wierdest times…mostly when reminiscing with someone from our past or, more often, when we’re alone with our thoughts or in our dreams or when we’re waking from sleep. They will come, unbidden, in a flashback moment of a former time. They can be tormenting or they can be comforting. I’ve been in conversation today with a grown woman who wept as she told of the coldness and lack of affection from her mother, who could neither give nor receive love. How sad! The memories of her mother brought a shudder of torment to the woman’s shoulders as she recalled her childhood abuses.
This piece of prose is powerfully phrased:
There are many types of weapons but the ones that hurt the most
Are the weapons made of memories and the deadly midnight ghost.
Not all wounds are red and bloody, there are wounds that touch the mind.
These are wounds that always fester; they’re the never-healing kind.
Why are we, who’ve done our duty, plagued with wounds that never heal?
Made by weapons of our memories which are worse than lead and steel? (anonymous)
Our problem is that our memories have strengthened themselves into strongholds…but we have authority over them to destroy them. The weapons of our warfare are not physical weapons of flesh and blood…but mighty before God to the pulling down of strongholds..refuting every thought, theory and reasoning, proud and lofty things that set themselves up against the true knowledge of God, (concerning us)…therefore we must lead them captive into obedience to Christ the Messiah.” Amplified 2 Cor.10:
Strike terrifying memory weapons down in Christ’s Name….IT never fails! Your tongue is your trigger…work it!
Great blog and timely. I have often struggled with a few spesific memorys that haught my life and are a strong hold for the devil. Just today while having a sunday afternoon nap, these memorys surfaced and as I lay in my bed I entertained the thoughts. The Holy Spirit said to me “Thats enough! get up and go to the word.” So I did and had a great time with my savior and Lord.
Thanks Greta
Blessings
AMEN!
Once we defeat the enemies twist on our memories we can than pick up the pieces and learn from what we’ve gone through. The pain only comes I believe when we harbor those memories and keep them in the shadows of our mind because of the pain we believe we’re going to feel if we face them!