introspective
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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 spent years trying not to feel. Not just pain. Joy, too. Longing. Grief. Love. Wonder. The whole unruly mess of being human. I learned early that some feelings seemed too dangerous to touch. Trauma teaches you that. Addiction reinforces it. Before I ever put a needle in my arm, I was already looking for…
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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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People like to talk about trauma like it’s only damage. Something to fix. Something to soften and soothe until it disappears. That’s incomplete. I wasn’t just hurt. I was trained. Not in a way I would have chosen. Not in a way I would ever recreate for my children. But training doesn’t stop being training…
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We’ve turned “God loves you” into “God affirms everything you do.” That isn’t love.That’s abandonment dressed up as kindness. Real love corrects. It sharpens. It refuses to leave you as it found you. A good father does not stand by while his child walks toward harm, nodding in approval so he can feel gentle. He…
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Pregnancy has stripped away my illusions of control. My body is loud right now. It reacts quickly, holds onto stress, demands rest whether I agree with it or not. Fatigue is no longer subtle. It is decisive. There is no negotiating with a nervous system that is already carrying more than its share. My mind,…
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The closer I draw near to Jesus, the more embarrassed I am by the things I once called freedom. I spent years mistaking chaos for creativity. I thought intensity meant depth. I thought wreckage was proof I was alive. That’s what childhood teaches you when love is unstable and safety is conditional. You learn to…
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There’s a moment in a child’s life when a map stops being decoration. It stops being lines and colors and starts being a claim. This goes somewhere. Someone has been here before. If I follow it, I will not stay where I am. That shift matters. For a long time, the Bible stayed flat for…
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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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Season of Awakening is the first series in Seasons of the Huntress guided journals. These journals are for survivors of childhood sexual trauma. With gentle prompts, affirmations, and blank space to write or pray, it offers a place to release silence and lean into the presence of God. More than a book of answers, it…