And then the other night I literally just closed my eyes and pictured Jesus’ hands. I mentally started placing all the memories one by one into His strong, carpentry-calloused, nail-pierced, grace-gripped hands. I asked the Lord to help me whisper “God be with you” over each memory. I asked Jesus to help me release some of the memories, hold onto others, and make peace with all that I could. It didn’t settle everything yet. But it was a start and I believe that Jesus is working in me and healing my heart.
