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Forgiving Myself
I’ve forgiven people who never said sorry or really meant it.I’ve loved people who hurt me.I’ve even prayed blessings over the ones who broke my heart. But forgiving myself?That’s been the hardest part. Because no one knows your full story like you do.No one sees the details of your decisions, the moments you wish you…
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There Is Still Beauty In This
If you looked at my story from the outside,You might see the broken pieces.The cracks. The silence. The shame.The chapters I never wanted to live, let alone speak out loud. But if you look closer, You’ll also see fingerprints.God’s fingerprints.Right there in the wreckage. Because I’ve come to believe something deep down in my soul:There’s…
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I’m Not Hiding Anymore
There was a time when I shrunk back.When I kept quiet, even when I had something to say.When I hid what God was doing in me because I didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.I had learned to survive by playing small… To make myself less noticeable, less complicated, less… me. But Jesus didn’t save me…
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Joy Is On The Way
For a long time, I forgot what joy felt like. Not fake laughter. Not the smile you put on to keep people from asking questions. I’m talking about real joy. The kind that rises up and surprises you. The kind that bubbles out when you’re not performing, not pretending… just being. Somewhere along the way,…
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Peace That Makes No Sense
There’s a kind of peace that doesn’t make sense.Not because things got easier, but because Jesus got closer. For most of my life, peace felt like a finish line I couldn’t reach.I thought peace would come when the pain stopped.When the people apologized.When the memories stopped haunting me.When everything finally made sense. But I waited.And…
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Learning To Rest
I didn’t always know how to rest. Not real rest. Not soul-deep rest.Not the kind of rest that says, “I’m safe now.”I knew how to work. How to push. How to endure.I knew how to hold it together when I was falling apart.How to serve when I was empty.How to smile when I was breaking.…
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I Still Have Purpose
There was a time I wondered if God could still use me.Not because I didn’t love Him, but because I was so tired.So bruised.So broken from what I had endured.I looked at my life and thought, Surely I missed it. Surely I’m too late. Surely there’s too much damage to still have a calling. But…
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Hope Is Still Here
I used to be afraid of hope.Not because I didn’t want it… because I did.But because hope made me feel vulnerable.Hope meant believing that good things could happen again.And when your heart has been broken more times than you can count,Hope feels risky.Hope feels dangerous.Hope feels like a setup for more disappointment. So I stopped…
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Learning To Trust Again
Trust. It sounds simple, until you’ve had to rebuild it from the ground up. Because when people you loved broke your heart…When the ones who should’ve protected you didn’t…When words were used like weapons, and silence felt like betrayal…You start to wonder if anyone is really safe. And for a long time, I didn’t know…
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Learning To Love
For so long, I loved from survival. I loved from fear. From emptiness. From the desperate hope that if I gave enough, maybe someone would stay. Maybe I could finally earn what I never received as a child. I didn’t know it then, but I was loving people from a place of deep need, not…
The Narrow Way 