Let Him deal with it. When we hang onto old hurts and grudges we hurt ourselves more than anyone else. The best thing to do with all that clutter is to take it to The Lord and leave it at His feet.
He forgives what I cannot. What I hold onto, He's forgot. What I cling to, He sets free, For what I cling to, Clings to me.
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