Category: Grief
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When I miss the Mark
There are days when my heart longs to stand out in this world — not for recognition or applause, but as an image bearer of Christ. I want my words, actions, and demeanor to reflect His grace, His kindness, and His steadfast love. I want people to catch a glimpse of Jesus when they cross…
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Through Weepy Eyes
I didn’t see it coming. The blow that left me with the metaphorical wind sucked from my lungs. As I read through the accusations, the tears flowed like a dam that has just met capacity. A rush of emotions saturated every part of my body and landed with an incomprehensible weightiness. The depths of my…
