mercy
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I used to pray at night. Whispered prayers, quiet enough that no one would hear, careful enough that no one would know I still believed. Because belief was dangerous. Hope was dangerous. Hope could get you hurt. I asked God to stop the bad things from happening. I asked Him to change the world, or…
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God’s mercy is like the light that slants through your bedroom window—a beam that doesn’t ask if you’re awake or ready, it just enters, quiet and indifferent to the ruin it finds. I’ve seen tragedy, how it guts you from the inside out, a violence so complete it leaves you tender, raw, skinless. Pain doesn’t…
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In the darkest hour, when the night is thick and the shadows have teeth, I think of God’s mercy—not as a gentle rain but as a thunderstorm, tearing through the black. It is not the quiet balm we often wish for but a fierce, relentless wind that uproots the despair from my soul. It’s a…
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A field of lilies in full bloom doesn’t know the process of growth, how it got into that field, or where the sun comes from. It just accepts how God created it and stands showing its beauty. Wisdom. Humans are much more complicated. We ask questions, poke holes in creation and bring along our theories.…
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If I were sitting in an audience waiting for the play Life is Fair to begin, I’d most likely get up and walk out. Life isn’t fair. Is God? I believe He is. God didn’t hurt me, wicked people did. The Spirit of Religion was sent to kill, steal and destroy. Incest sits squarely in…
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Understanding. Understanding. Unquestionable understanding. That’s the message that God has for you! It doesn’t matter where you find yourself right now. He gets it! More importantly, He gets YOU. The pain. The confusion. The lack of ability to change. He knows. Stand still. He’s got you!
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Lord, could you help us hush those that align against the innocent? Push back those that hurt the young. Lord, help us stop those that mock justice and continue in their sin. Push back those that hurt the young. Shut the mouths of those that mistreat and hurt, then stand in the assemblies of people…
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Coming through incest as a child, I fought alone. No one was beside me. Isn’t that the way it is for those of us that lived these tragedies? Who stood beside us? No one. Who protected us? No one. Did we learn the value of trust in our homes? I read I Corinthians 13 this…
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There is a destiny to healing. PEACE! I’ll carry my scars with me until I reach eternity, then they will be no more. For now, I carry on knowing I am okay. Sometimes in the night hours beautiful words echo through my soul. The dreadful demons of yesterday have now passed and I am left…
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Full of Life Lovers of peace Owners of Destiny World Beauty Earnest Repair Respects the Dead Softens Hearts As Valentine’s Day approaches, I remember all the ones who can never dream again. The one whose lives were taken too soon. The ones that will never embrace another this side of Heaven. Today, I remember and…