freedom from evil
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Before the house fully woke up, before the questions and snacks and little feet hitting the floor, I carried my unrest outside like a basket too heavy for one arm. Motherhood with small children has a way of thinning you out. The broken sleep. The constant touching. The noise. The invisible labor of remembering everything…
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I used to think God’s plan was a treasure map I had to decode. If I just suffered correctly. If I just hustled harder. If I just proved I was exceptional enough, the sky would split and hand me my assignment. That was pride dressed up as devotion. I wanted a dramatic calling. Something that…
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I would love to hear from you! Sharing Saturday with me by leaving your comment! Jewel: Amnesty. “What does that mean,” I asked the Lord. I grabbed my phone and searched the word. Amnesty (from the Greek ἀμνηστία amnestia, “forgetfulness, passing over”) is defined as “A pardon extended by the government to a group or class of people, usually…
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I would love to hear from you! Sharing Saturday with me by leaving your comment! Jewel: Remembering. Remembering. Remembering. I wish sometimes I didn’t remember so well. I sometimes wish I had stayed in denial about my upbringing. What good has it done to remember? I paid the price for not remembering for the first…
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There are normal folks who struggle with sin and are trying to find their way. There are other folks who have given themselves over to evil – these are a separate bred, the very ones that hold incest close to them. ‘Having lost all sensitivity, they have given themselves over to sensuality so as to…