Getting caught up on an old hurt is like fumbling the ball and continuing to fumble the ball because you can’t get past the first fumble (the initial hurt).
I am becoming a brick wall
And a glass house at the same time
There is a pain in the pit of my stomach,
It won’t let me sleep
There is a pain in my soul
Because of this never-ending grief
God doesn’t expect us to have amnesia about our pasts. But don’t regard the pain of the past as more significant than the work He wants to do in you today.
We live in a society where people are afraid or don’t know how to own their feelings.