healing CPTSD
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My body became a monument to everything I refused to say. For years I searched for what was broken in me, never suspecting it might be my soul crying out. Headaches. A neck so tight it felt like it was holding up decades instead of a head. It is a strange thing, how flesh becomes…
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When I was a little girl, I learned that silence could become a second skin. It wrapped itself around what had been done to me. It taught me to smile while my spirit folded itself into smaller and smaller corners. It whispered that survival was the same thing as peace. It wasn’t. Silence did not…
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I used to think the greatest tragedy of my childhood was everything that was taken from me. My innocence. My safety. The ordinary, forgettable childhood every child deserves. And those losses were real. God never asks us to pretend evil was anything less than evil. But over the years I’ve begun to notice something unsettling.…
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The Lie of “Handling It All”… Somewhere along the way, someone started saying, “God won’t give you more than you can handle.” It’s printed on mugs, shared in church hallways, and offered to hurting people as though it’s Scripture. It sounds comforting, but it isn’t fully true. God absolutely allows more than we can handle.…
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Introspection — what better way to start a week. I think this is an interesting question. How do we know what secrets are buried in our heart? Is it pain? Is it mayhem? What stirs beneath my actions? What makes me choose one way or another? What is under my fear? These are the secrets…
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Come into my home with me today, join me in my prayer life, and my daily reading. Welcome! A Jewel: God’s love separates. So many religious folks like to believe that unity is the only message in the Kingdom of God. Not so! His love often separates us for protection, for growth, for nourishment and…
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Come into my home with me today, join me in my prayer life, and my daily reading. Welcome! A Jewel: If my life were not changed, I’d have nothing to write about. The truth: my life is forever changed. I should NOT be who I am. I am a walking, talking, breathing miracle of the…
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Come into my home with me today, join me in my prayer life, and my daily reading. Welcome! A Jewel: There are days when my soul feels that God has forgotten me. That somehow in His busyness, He doesn’t have time to see my dreams. Then, I am reminded that most dreams that live in…
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Once there were always people. Houses full. Cars in the driveway. The long gravity of family gatherings pulling everyone back to the same kitchen table. Someone always pouring coffee. Someone always arguing about politics. Kids slipping between the legs of adults while the grown-ups talked too loudly. People orbited your life then. Parents. Aunts. Cousins.…
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I miss something I never had. That is the cruel math of it. A man stood in the doorway. He shared my blood, my last name, the air in the house. He existed. But he was not there. He was a storm that learned my name and used it. I grieve not a man, but…