I am speaking out my shame in chronic illness so that it can no longer chain me with its lies. ... shame has taken up in my thoughts, so that we can tear down its stronghold.
Oh God of weeping people, hold us close to You amid our confusion and grief, trauma and unrest. You meet us with deep compassion.
While my feelings often jump quickly to red, the truth is that life is rarely red. Sometimes yellow is more accurate (like being on time for a medical appointment). I’ve discovered that life is meant to be lived in the green zone.
