I needed this. I haven't been to 'church' for a while, I've been busy, and I've had a stretch of bad luck and a vengeful melancholy. I should be grateful, but I can't fully shake the pain of betrayal, loss of a dream, hopelessness and powerlessness. To others, my situation may me silly, a " Yeah, so what? Move on and let it go. That's nothing." But I lost a dream, was properly betrayed for the first time in my life. I want to forgive, I don't want to be lonely, I don't want to feel like this. My only comfort is the small hope that God and Jesus will make beauty, one day, from this pain.