i’ve felt that pain, that hurt. i’ve known what it’s like to feel so stiff you think you’ll crack. i know that shame, that guilt, that feeling you’ve done a thirty-four millionth thing wrong in a list of thirty-four million things.
i know that feeling no one is listening, that even if they were, you wouldn’t know where to begin, that you aren’t sure what the point is.
let it go.
you say you don’t have the words.
He will give them to you.
you say you don’t have the audience.
He will bring them to you.
you say you don’t have the right.
He will be that to you.
for His glory.
i know it’s hard to open your tightly clenched hands and share the pain, the hurt, the shame you’ve held on to for so long. but when He came to set you free, He came to set you free. so let all of that pain, that hurt, that shame go.
open your hands and let it go.
because sharing your broken, redeemed story just might set you free.