Posted by Hurting on July 06, 2000 at 13:29:46:
In Reply to: learning posted by Poetic Rambler on July 06, 2000 at 09:55:46:
: There once was a boy
: Who sent me roses
: And cooked for me.
: And I thought this was love.
: But the food has long since been eaten,
: The roses gone,
: And so is the boy who said he wouldn't forsake me.
: Yet I have found true Love
: In my Lord Saviour.
: Far more nourishing than food,
: More exquisite than roses.
: And I know now what it's like
: To not be Forsaken.
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I teared up when I read this. I feel like I know exactly how feel or maybe felt before you found your strength.
Except that I can't seem to totally give it to God. I don't know how to stop holding on to the hurt, almost like it is some last present
and I know its stupid.
Will you talk to me about how you were able to do it? To let God have it and become free?