Jesus overcomes tragedy
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I would love to hear from you! Sharing Saturday with you. Jewel: The courage God has given me to tell my stories is a gift beyond measure. On my journeys I meet so many that just cannot, or will not, confront their stories with the full, unadulterated truth. They erect a fantasy where the truth…
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I would love to hear from you! Sharing Saturday with you. Jewel: I have been so lifted up this week looking at the beautiful family I have around me and sharing time with them, hearing their hearts and breathing in their love. Sometimes we focus on what we’ve lost in the fight to gain our…
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What predator ever spoke true kindness to you? Which abuser made you feel good about yourself and worthy of good treatment? None that I had. Every single abuser that has come through my life wanted to discount who I was, make me feel inferior to them and ultimately believe I was not worthy of love.…
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Struggling to believe our memories seems to be a strong theme among survivors. The chaotic repercussion of not believing your mind is a serious thing. That event alone locks us into confusion. We’re fine to blame ourselves for our sexual promiscuity, for all the abusive relationships we’ve allowed and for all the maltreatment we’ve accosted…
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The fake family appears and makes headlines. My father murders on June 8, 1968 and we adopt this little boy and appear in the local paper on August 26, 1973. The riddle of my family couldn’t have been scripted. No person could have unraveled the demonic turmoil they hide. In this newspaper article, my mother…
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It is Thanksgiving tomorrow. The family I came through no longer sits at the same table with me. I like it that way but it took me a long time to get there. Meals spent growing up were absent of any comfort – the comfort of love. The first person to leave the table was…
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My father needed me to stay close to him, or so it seemed. He didn’t like to be by himself. He mostly liked to be by me. I didn’t like that very much. His incessant concern to know where I was at all times kept me enslaved to him. This was not because his love…