The morning starts with memories of soul-crushing words. They take the breath away and replace it with streams of shame.
I run to His Word. The pain lessens. Breath returns.
“Lift your drooping hands and strengthen your weak knees and make straight paths for your feet so that what is lame may not be put out of joint but rather be healed.” Heb.12:12
I strengthen my knees by getting out paint, paintbrushes and art journal. I paint away the anger and the bewilderment.
Thank you, Jesus.
The pain is still present but it is not suffocating, rather it is malleable. I am now able to offer up garments of praise.
The soul revives.