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God Is Using My Voice Now
For a long time, I stayed quiet. Not because I didn’t have anything to say, But because I didn’t think anyone would listen.Because I was told to “be quiet,” “be nice,” “don’t stir things up,”Because every time I tried to speak, someone dismissed it, twisted it, or acted like it didn’t matter. And eventually, I…
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After Everything I Survived
I used to wonder if I’d ever feel whole. After everything I survived.After all the pieces that were scattered.After the years I spent performing, hiding, shrinking, just trying to be “enough” for people who couldn’t see me. I thought maybe I missed my moment.Maybe there was too much damage.Too much delay.Too much history between who…
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Walking In Authority
There was a time when I questioned everything about myself. I questioned my voice.I questioned my worth.I questioned whether I really had anything to offer.Even when I knew God had called me, there was still a part of me that asked, “But who am I to do this?” That’s what shame does, it strips you…
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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…
The Narrow Way 