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There was a song I kept singing that was released by my church the same year everything fell apart. The lyrics say, “The resurrected King is resurrecting me.” I loved the assurance of those words. I wanted that to be the anthem of my situation. But when everything looked a lot more like death than resurrected life, I found myself singing that song more as a fearful and tearful whisper than a confident declaration.
Forgiving What You Can't Forget: Discover How to Move On, Make Peace with Painful Memories, and Create a Life That’s Beautiful Again
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