I am sick because of how much of my heart is yet ruled by past hurts.
I am sick because of how much of my mind still obsesses over what should have been.
I am sick because I cannot forgive, and refuse to forget.
Lord Jesus Christ, help me to remember again today how much I have been forgiven in you. Here are the shards of my splintered heart . . .
Here is my divided mind . . .
Here are my frustrated, forced, feeble, frantic hands . . .
Take them into your nail-scarred hands and bring me release.