Peace Be Still
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Little ones who spin with turmoil, let your soul be still. Little ones who keep the darkness at bay night and day, let your soul be still. Little girl in the corner with weepy eyes, let your soul be still. Little boy drinking himself to death, let your soul be still. I am the God…
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Thanksgiving is almost upon us and I have much to be thankful for. But, it’s not always easy to find my thankful hat. I always come back to a place where I find gratitude and favor in life, but I can’t help walking through or over the rubble that incest left in my life. Love…
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Thank you for your letter last week. These are truthful and hard. Here’s my reply. I know that it’s difficult to sort through the rubble, expel the trash and keep only what is good. That’s what coming through trauma looks like. That process really can’t change but it does get easier. Being a parent, unless…
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I thank you and respect your letter of last week. Here’s my reply. Memory can be kind, and memory can be cruel. Unfortunately, both are true. The one thing that remains is this: cutting away the bad memories does indeed reveal and leave more room for the good ones. With that the goal, let’s carry…