The past is a caring storyteller. I’ve slowly grown to realize that the feelings we don’t name become powerfully nameless influences, interfering with our connection to God.
So I’ve learned to invite God into what hurts.
The past is a caring storyteller. I’ve slowly grown to realize that the feelings we don’t name become powerfully nameless influences, interfering with our connection to God.
So I’ve learned to invite God into what hurts.