Plagued by rejection and trauma, the body keeps the score, replaying the thoughts of everything that broke you as if it were not enough — it chooses to dwell there, imprisoning and binding itself to those wounds till your body freezes, paralyzed and haunted by memories. Is there no escape? Is there no remedy? A still, small voice makes an appeal: Ascribe to God the glory due His Name. Ascribe to God the glory — now, when I am trapped in these thoughts? Again, a whisper: Remain in His love. How do I remain in His love when these memories haunt me? I hear You saying, For God so loved the world… Take a minute. Bask in this truth. For God so loved the world, for God so loved me, that He gave His only Son. When I feel the world has taken, God loved me — and the world — and gave His only Son. First it was personal. Then suddenly hope arose — not just for me, but for the world: That whoever believes shall not perish but have eternal life. Help me believe. Help us believe. For a generati...
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