grief
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In this world are millions of evil people. “The people of the evil one.” 37 He answered, “The one who sowed the good seed is the Son of Man. 38 The field is the world, and the good seed stands for the people of the kingdom. The weeds are the people of the evil one,…
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Convict as a verb means to find or prove to be guilty. Usually this is in a court of law before a judge and jury. What if your case never makes if before a judge and jury? The lack of conviction is devastating in the life of victims. Most victims of childhood crimes rarely seek…
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These words have been on repeat in my mind since the new year. In the tapestry of a new year, the threads of healing and restoration are woven by the divine hands of God. In the echoes of childhood pain and abuse, a profound journey unfolds – one of resilience, courage, and faith. But that…
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With the holiday season upon us, the tragic loss of family is often overwhelmingly evident in the lives of survivors of incest. When I want to bring my family to my holiday table, I have to remember that it is just too crowded at my table for them to attend. My table is filled with…
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Have you ever considered yourself a winner? You should! It was a great victory to make it out of childhood abuse. That acheivement should be celebrated. By looking at ourselves *UCU(YOU SEE YOU), we can find the treasures hidden in our lives — and we have many. By focusing on those that hurt us through…
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I sat against the wall perched on my bed now in darkness. Mangled shadows danced all around me, mocking any peace I could try to find. I could not close my eyes to the monstrous darkness. I just could not. I simply stared at the door. Possibly in anticipation of someone coming to find me,…
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What better way to start a week, but with introsepection. Healing takes a mindset of growth. As a seed becomes a plant, there is visible change. The same was true in my life. The more I healed, the more everything started to look just a little bit different. Many of my relationships in life took…
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“My bathroom had now become the bathroom in the old motel room in ’68. My mind’s eye flew open. The window of the memory had started with that body memory. I didn’t realize what my hand was telling me until I was instantly back in the motel room. Plain as day, I was there, again.…
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What better way to start a week but through introspection. QUESTION: If I asked myself the question, “How do I harm myself?” I have a myriad of ways. Oh, we know the usual harms of hurting our flesh (over eating or self-indugent behavior of any kind). But, beyond the obvious ways — what about harming…
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What better way to start a week but through introspection. QUESTION: What if we all stood up together and insisted on justice, said we will accept nothing less than change, and the ability to tell our stories. Given the prevalence of incest, and that the family is the basic unit upon which society rests, imagine…