I don't like it when old yucky stuff tries to creep back in. Something triggers a memory and I go there in a flash....heart sick, stomach twisted.

And doubt, like creeping charlie, tries to work it's way through my sound mind mended by The Healer.

Thank You for the power.

To push it down.

To stomp on it.

To kick it hard.

"But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Therefore, my dears, stand firm.

Let nothing move you."

1Cor. 15:57-58

Nothing move you....nothing.

Not a thought.

Not an unkind word.

Not an old hurt.

Nothing.

"But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body."

2 Cor. 4:7-10

Amen and amen.