When curses are good

Cleaning my inbox is one of my daily routines. Obviously it isn't done because of pleasure, but because of necessity. A few clicks around sometimes bring me to old emails, those from years back. Most of them talk about mandane subjects from work. Occasionally, I am greeted with a delightful message from an old friend. A couple of times, I find emails that deeply sadden me. Some of them are still sitting in the draft box and have never been sent and will never be. They make me rediscover the old scars that have been healed or is being so with the help of time. Bad memories may haunt like a curse. But I would tell myself that they are essential in marking the low points in my life. Praise the Lord for His grace. These beacons warn me of shipwrecks and help me stay in a safe course. Only God can deliver a heart from the valleys of desperation and pain. These unsightful marks are the evidence of His providence. May the Lord walk with me and teach me how to honor His name when I am lone and vulnerable. Teach me overcome with prayers and Your Word alone. Give me courage to learn from the past and stay steadfast and righteous in Your love.