Let go
We made lists today in church.
Lists of past pain, hurt, bitterness. Things that we want no longer.
My list was long.
As I stood in front of the waste paper backet, I shredded the paper into pieces.
The action was symbolic.
The pain was embedded so deep within, it cuts so deeply.
"Let it go my child, You can't hold My hand when your's are full."
Lists of past pain, hurt, bitterness. Things that we want no longer.
My list was long.
As I stood in front of the waste paper backet, I shredded the paper into pieces.
The action was symbolic.
The pain was embedded so deep within, it cuts so deeply.
"Let it go my child, You can't hold My hand when your's are full."
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