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There is a peculiar kind of silence that settles in the spaces between what was and what will be. Not absence, but suspension. A corridor without doors. A train station at midnight. A life paused mid-sentence. These are the liminal spaces, and most people rush through them like fugitives. I have learned to stand still.…
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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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It’s the harmony between a Father and His child. It’s not earned, it’s given. It’s not managed, it’s received. Jesus didn’t die to make you better at behaving. He died to bring you back…to tear down the wall that sin built between heaven and home. You can live spotless on the outside and still be…
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There’s a lot of talk about forgiveness, and while I believe wholeheartedly in forgiveness, I’m hard-pressed to understand the ability to reconnect to the people that violated my innocence, my trust, and gave me no protection. The way I see it is that to extend my hand to my mother, my father, my brother, or…
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Wicked schemes like incest are born from pure evil. How does evil hide itself? Often veiled in a religious clock of denial. Oh, he was a righteous man. He knew the bible and went to church. What a great cover story! The man who took my virginity now gets to teach me about god. This…
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I would love to hear from you! Sharing Saturday with you. A Jewel: I love John Eldridge of Wild at Heart ministry. I want to share one of his daily readings with you, “I love feeling happy. Absolutely love it. Who doesn’t? But my pursuit of it has sometimes gotten me into trouble. I’m pretty…
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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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Conviction whispers like a still, small voice—a gentle nudge in the quiet of dawn, calling us closer to the heart of God. It is the voice that says, “My child, come home. You have wandered, but I am here. Let Me restore you.” It does not batter us down, nor chain us to guilt, but…
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When people betray you—when those you trusted wound you deeper than you thought possible—the temptation is to lock your heart away, to vow never to be hurt again. I understand that desire to build walls and bury your heart where no one can touch it. But that is not the life God intended for you.…
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What are you carrying in your hands today? Is it strife, injustice — unworthiness? It’s an interesting question. What we carry in our hands may be a direct result of what is happening in our hearts. If our hearts are confused and full of chaos, I suppose our life will show the fruits of that.…