I could hide nothing. I was exposed, clutching my shame, my wounds, and my unforgivableness. I told her everything. Our conversation, the shame that it uncovered, and the guilt that I feel obligated to carry around.
She saw my issue: unbelief. She saw that I struggled to forgive myself and believe that Christ has made me His own. I struggled to believe that He’s forgiven me and that I am forgivable.
So she asked me a simple question:
“What does the Lord want to say to you in the morning?”Read More