restoration
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Somewhere along the way, we lost sight of what family truly means. The world has grown colder, and the very idea of family — that sacred, God-given structure meant to hold us steady — has been dismantled and disbanded, brick by brick. We’ve traded loyalty for convenience, covenant for comfort. Culture tells us that when…
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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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A scar is a mark left on the skin or within body tissue where a wound, burn, or sore has not healed completely and fibrous connective tissue has developed. Scars exist in my soul. I wish there were a magical cure for the damage I lived through, but this just isn’t the case. While it…
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My dad loved Johnny Cash, but he loved chaos and control more. My father would drink until his legs betrayed him and he was forced to give in; subdued only until his strength returned. Denial became my gift as a child. Trust? That’s a fucking joke. Trust lived nowhere near our street and never came…