By Rebekah Sherman
For every pain, for every grief, and for the overwhelming feelings inside of me,
I lay them down at Your feet.
At the feet of Jesus,
that is where you will find me.
The hurt, the rage, and the pain feels like
red and orange burning flames. But soon
you will see that the orange and red will
cool as my pain heals and transforms
over time into the pale yellow and
goodness of hope and joy.
Recovery is a process. Be patient with
yourself.
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