The Past

Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own, but one thing I do: Forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.
Philippians 3:13-14 ESV

I’ve got a new perspective now.
The past isn’t what it used to be.
God’s pointing my head in a new direction.
Is this what it means to be free?

Instead of taking inventory
of possessions,
I remind myself
to whom I belong.
Instead of bemoaning
all the reasons I’m weak,
I claim the One
who makes me strong.

© Joel Tipple 10/10/2018

 

4 thoughts on “The Past

  1. Hi Joel,

    I do enjoy reading your poetry! However, I have a favor to ask you. Could you possibly send emails twice a month or so? I have a very busy schedule, teaching piano 5 days a week, practicing piano for Sunday services, etc., as well as other responsibilities. What that means is that I have to scan my emails quickly nd I don’t have the luxury of stopping everything to read some beautiful poetry.

    But If I got your poems once in a while, I could read them on the weekend.

    Just letting you know why I can’t respond or read them daily.

    Best regards, Laura Davis 503-312-1162 http://www.friendofmusic.com

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    1. Hi Laura, thank you so much for reading! I appreciate your taking the time. If you visit my blog you can find a place to subscribe to it. With your subscription, you will be notified each time I post something new. https://joeltipple.wordpress.com/ Thanks again, Joel

      On Thu, Oct 11, 2018 at 9:37 AM Write here, Joel. wrote:

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