growth
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Prudence doesn’t get clicks. Prudence is slow. Quiet. Unimpressive. It looks like saying no when everyone else says yes. It looks like leaving early, staying faithful, keeping your mouth shut, doing the long, boring work of healing when nobody is clapping for you. Nobody goes viral for self-control.Nobody gets applause for breaking a generational pattern.Nobody…
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For the next 12 days, we are returning to posts from the past that have been the most popular with YOU! Here’s our 5th post as a nod to our readers. Am I a Murderer When I was three and a half years old, I murdered a woman. I spent the next 50 years retracing…
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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 starting to look just a little bit different. Many of my relationships in life took drastic turns: from the men I dated, to the people…
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Sometimes growth looks like grief. Like a tree in winter—barren, stripped, still. But oh, what the gardener knows that the tree does not. God is not afraid to prune us. He is not afraid to cut away the dead things, the false selves we built to survive, or the brittle branches we clung to in…
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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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God speaks to us if we are listening. How often do you stop to hear him? Prayer is like a phone call to heaven. When God picks up the phone and says, “Hello,” we hang up because we’ve said all we have to say. Did we stop and wait for his response? So many times…
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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 starting to look just a little bit different. Many of my relationships in life took drastic turns: from the men I dated, to the people…
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When I was three and a half years old, I murdered a woman. I spent the next 50 years retracing and recovering bent memories that had long been buried by the great force of denial. I went back and fought to uncover the truth that had been buried on 40 acres, in a sink hole,…