Forgotten Pain: Finding Strength in God’s Faithfulness
Last week, I marked the anniversary of my mother's passing, a somber seven years without her. Yet, for the very first time, I forgot. Surprisingly, amidst a few social media posts scattered throughout the month, the actual day slipped my mind. At first, this forgetfulness seemed almost unsettling. How could I forget such a significant date? But as I pondered it more, I began to see it as a profound moment of healing and growth.For countless years, September 15th had been etched into my consciousness. It was a day that paralyzed me, a day when I couldn't do anything but lie in bed, tears flowing, as the physical and emotional pain took its toll. The date had this strange power...