Although I am free and forgiven from all of my sins, I’m still haunted by ghosts of past failures. Memories of my mistakes come to my mind with images so real I swear that they’re standing right in front of me. Is it because of shame or regret? A desire for what once was? I mean, even though it brought about pain and destruction, there were good moments. Legends tell us that ghosts are souls that are unable to move on to the afterlife because they have unfinished business. Do these memories haunt me because there is still reconciliation to be done?

Or maybe it is just like all other wounds. You have to address it. Clean and care for it, but then you have to leave it to time. If you pick at it you’ll bleed. Are my wounds infected and need further cleaning? Or do I just need to let myself heal? I just hope the wound didn’t hit a nerve. Permanent damage that affects me for the rest of my life. Even so, Jesus can make the blind see, the deaf hear, and the crippled walk.