Every time we met she asked the same questions: How do I forget what happened to me? How do I forgive the people who hurt me? How do I control my temper? Is it okay if I’m angry with God? Does God stop loving me when I’m angry with him? What if I never get better? To tire of this routine was natural. She was tired of living the life, feeling the pain, battling the sin that made this routine necessary! But every time we’d rehearse the gospel again, clinging with furtive fingers to that well-worn message.
