renewed hope
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Grief is a hunger. A dark pit that yawns open beneath the feet when we least expect it. I have worn its weight like a shroud, a heavy, invisible cloak. Some days, I am drowning in the black water of memory, clutching at anything to keep my head above the waves. Other days, I am…
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Prejudice exists. I’m often judged and categorized for discussing my upbringing. It gets old. I’d be much more acceptable to them if I didn’t stand by my right to speak. Uncomfortable and unending, the opinions around me fly. Why don’t they be quiet? I didn’t ask them, did I? Unfortunately, this judgment and my shame…
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I sat against the wall perched on my bed now in darkness. Mangled shadows danced all around me, mocking any peace I could try to find. I could not close my eyes to the monstrous darkness. I just could not. I simply stared at the door. Possibly in anticipation of someone coming to find me,…
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What better way to start a week, but with introsepection. Healing takes a mindset of growth. As a seed becomes a plant, there is visible change. The same was true in my life. The more I healed, the more everything started to look just a little bit different. Many of my relationships in life took…
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We truly are as sick as our secrets. All I learned through my childhood abuse was, don’t tell, don’t talk — try not to remember. You think that works? Nope! “We played as children do. My brother and I were close – albeit with sexual overtones. We pretended and explored a lot together. This was…
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Prejudice exists. I’m often judged and categorized for discussing my upbringing. It gets old. I’d be much more acceptable to them if I didn’t stand by my right to speak. Uncomfortable and unending, the opinions around me fly. Why don’t they be quiet? I didn’t ask them, did I? Unfortunately, this judgment and my shame…
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Children learn about the unseen by the way of the seen; they learn about the invisible by the way of the visible. On the threshold of hope, Diane Mandt Langberg, PhD, page 132 When you’re a child, you have no prior information to judge what is right and what is wrong. Sure, we don’t like…
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Did you call me a liar? Let me ask you this, “Have you lived through my experience?” “Were you next to me when my memory returned?” The night hour sweats as another scene gorged its way through my denial. The terror of going to sleep. The body aches that returned as I walked through the…
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This blog has been shared over 11,000 times. This post the third most shared. I share it again because the message is obviously one that is needed. Sundays – a day for families, a day for reflection, a day to be still. Maybe, a day for renewed hope. All of my life I have struggled…
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Children learn about the unseen by the way of the seen; they learn about the invisible by the way of the visible. On the threshold of hope, Diane Mandt Langberg, PhD, page 132 When you’re a child, you have no prior information to judge what is right and what is wrong. Sure, we don’t like…