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Yes, I wrote it, and I meant every syllable: my strength failed because of my iniquity. There were months when my bones felt older than my years and the harp sat in the corner untouched. So hear me on this, friend, for I have walked the whole length of that road. Guilt and shame are not brothers, whatever they whisper to you in the dark. Guilt is honest work; it says you did a wrong thing, it walks you to the altar, and then it has the decency to let go. Shame says you are the wrong thing, and it never lets go, because the Lord never sent it in the first place. When He forgave me, He did not hand my sin back as a keepsake to carry. So do the plain things. Say the true word out loud to one friend who will not flinch. Read the psalms I wrote after the ruin, not only the bright ones I wrote before it; the same hand held the pen. Then go and do some small, unglamorous kindness before the day is out, for shame withers fastest in the sunlight of useful work. You are not the sum of your worst season. Ask me how I know.