#healingtrauma
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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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One of the things that keeps unsettling me about Scripture is how little urgency God seems to have. We do. We rush grief. We prescribe timelines. We congratulate people for “moving on,” as though healing were measured by speed instead of depth. God doesn’t seem interested in any of that. He lets Job argue. He…
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There are ruins everywhere. Some are obvious: broken marriages, wasted years, addictions, betrayals, and choices we wish we could bury where no one would ever find them. Others are hidden. The quiet ruins inside a person. The places where hope collapsed. The rooms of the soul we stopped entering because we were afraid of what…