grace
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I would love to hear from you! Sharing Saturday with you. A Jewel: If I were not loved by God, I wouldn’t have made it through this life. How do I know God is real? Because I first new evil. Darkness hovered in every corner of our house when I was young. If darkness were…
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I would love to hear from you! Sharing Saturday with you. A Jewel: “Teach me how to talk,” a friend honestly asked me on day. She shared that she struggled knowing how. Now, this was a friend that I spent hours talking to but I knew exactly what she meant. She wanted to speak in…
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I would love to hear from you! Sharing Saturday with you. A Jewel: King Solomon wrote Ecclesiastes, a book in the Old Testament, where he seeks to understand the purpose of life through wisdom, pleasure, and toil. The chapter starts off with King Solomon talking to himself: “I said to myself, “Have fun and enjoy…
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In this land of polished smiles and hollow promises, we drape ourselves in the pretense of cherishing our children. We construct monuments of virtue, each brick laid with declarations of their importance. Yet, beneath this facade, our actions whisper truths too bitter to acknowledge. We parade our offspring as trophies, their achievements our own reflected…
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I would love to hear from you! Sharing Saturday with you. A Jewel: Abusers lie but we tend to believe their stories anyway. Why? Why are we so reticent to believe that people will calculate a story to manipulate us. We tend to look for the good in people denying the counterfeit parts we see.…
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I was born into a world that seemed to shun me, a fragile vessel adrift in a sea of despair. My earliest memories are tinged with shadows, the kind that cling to your very soul, refusing to let go. Pain was my constant companion, whispering cruel nothings into my ear, convincing me of my unworthiness.…
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Childhood trauma is an inheritance no child asks for. A ghost sewn into the seams of small, trembling bodies. It lingers in the marrow, in the hush of a locked door, in the filth of hands that should have protected but instead desecrated. Incest—an unspoken horror—warps time, fractures identity, leaves a child stranded in a…
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There was a time when I was nothing but smoke… a shapeless thing moving through my own life, consumed by the fire I set with my own hands. I burned through the nights, through the empty bottles, through the hollow applause of lovers who never knew my name. I lived as if the darkness was…
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I would love to hear from you! Sharing Saturday with you. A Jewel: I’m reading through the book of Isaiah right now. It’s a bit of a hard read but I understand fully what Isaiah was saying in his time. He was a “piercing poet, who understood the two-sided nature of God’s character; mercy and…
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When one’s family of origin is a nest of suffering, it is as if life begins in exile, cast out from the warmth that should cradle the soul. The walls are soaked with weeping; the air hums with the static of unspoken anguish. A child born into such a place grows not like a tender…