christianity
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My childhood buried me.I grew up above it. I learned to make breakfast,keep appointments,laugh at the right moment. Underneath,a little girl waitedwith the things she could not tell. For years, I called this being well.Nothing hurtif I did not go near it. But memory has its own seasons. A smell. A doorway.The particular silenceafter someone…
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I spent a great deal of my life wanting to be loved, which is perhaps the least surprising thing about me and the most revealing. I wanted love to arrive like a rescue. I wanted someone to discover me, understand me, choose me, and in choosing me, prove that I was worth choosing. Then I…
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I used to think I knew what fulfillment felt like. That is almost funny now. I had experienced pleasure. Obsession. Attention. Novelty. Desire. The electric little religions of being admired, wanted, entertained, stimulated. I had mistaken intensity for depth so many times that I thought the two were synonymous. I thought I was full. I…
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The Small Permissions Most life-shattering failures do not arrive like lightning. They seep in like water through the foundation. They begin with tiny permissions no one else can see. Just this once. I deserve this. It helps me cope. For the child who grew up in safety, these permissions may remain small. But for the…
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People often imagine God’s miracles as lightning bolts. A flash. A spectacle. A man wakes blind and goes to sleep seeing. But there is another kind of miracle that receives far less applause because it happens so quietly that, for years, no one notices they are standing in one. It is the miracle of the…
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There are wounds that do not bleed. They simply hollow. A child survives by becoming smaller than the pain. She learns to leave certain rooms inside herself locked and unvisited. Years pass. She grows. She laughs. She works. She marries. She bears children. Yet somewhere beneath the ordinary movements of life remains the terrible suspicion…
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Times of reflection are the best way to start a week. Ask yourself this question: “Do I believe that help is coming? A life without hope is a very bleak existence. Today’s world seems to offer hope as a gift of denial. Hope is not denial. Hope knows that help is always coming because when…
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Jesus keeps setting tables in the strangest places. I know because I’ve stumbled into a few of them. A child’s bedroom where something sacred was being violated. A house full of secrets. A girl learning too early that the world could be beautiful and monstrous at the same time. I thought I was abandoned there.…
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We answer anonymous messages received at BitsnB1218@gmail.com and through comments we receive. On a global level, the World Health Organization (2022) estimates that around 1 billion children are affected by sexual violence each year. The real number of victims is staggering and we are here to support you! Here is an anonymous post that came…
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We answer anonymous messages received at BitsnB1218@gmail.com or through DM. On a global level, the World Health Organization (2022) estimates that around 1 billion children are affected by sexual violence each year. The real number of victims is staggering but few will talk about it. We do and are here for you. Here is an…