We will suffer the moment we take our eyes off the End and get lost in the means.
Loss; is the returning of what never actually belonged to us in the first place.
Don't get attached to moments. Good or bad, they all pass.
Everything is as it should be. God's design is perfect.
Tell this imprisoned soul that it will never be owned. Nothing will ever own you. But God.
The poison leaves bit by bit, not all at once. Be patient. You are healing.