Tag: Grace
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The Shards of Woundedness
I’ve learned that when someone refuses to face their pain — when they bury it, deny it, or guard it like it’s something sacred — it doesn’t disappear. It just finds quieter ways to speak. When pain goes unattended to, relationships begin to pay the price. The silence inside becomes the noise between. Without realizing…
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Godprints in Dry Places
There is a sacred kind of beauty in being cared for—extravagantly. It’s not loud or flashy. It doesn’t demand attention. But it arrives like dew on thirsty ground, like balm to a weathered soul. It’s the kind of love that surprises me in the quiet places—reminding me that I am seen, held, and cherished by…
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Experiencing New Mercies
There’s something sacred about the quiet of morning — the hush before the world stirs, the soft light breaking through the dark. It’s in that stillness that I remember: His mercies are new every single morning. Not borrowed from yesterday, not held off for tomorrow, but fresh — tailored for today. I’ve come to know…
Braving Authenticity 