Tag: love
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Love is Not scarce
Every February, store aisles transform almost overnight. Red and pink appear everywhere. Chocolate hearts line the shelves. Cards promise forever. Flowers are wrapped and waiting to be chosen. Valentine’s Day arrives carrying a clear cultural message: this is a holiday for couples. For romance. For candlelit dinners and grand gestures. For proving love through reservations,…
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Making Room for the Ache
Reconciling the Weight We Carry There is a heaviness in the air right now.It’s not loud, but it’s everywhere. You can feel it in conversations that trail off mid-sentence.In the way people sigh before answering, “I’m fine.”In the exhaustion behind smiles that used to come easily. We are all being smothered by something—grief, fear, uncertainty,…
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The language of Overfunctioning
I didn’t call it overfunctioning at first. I called it being responsible. Faithful. Capable. I was the one who noticed what needed to be done and quietly did it. I anticipated needs, filled gaps, smoothed edges, carried weight that wasn’t assigned to me—and told myself this was maturity. People relied on me. Things didn’t fall…
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History Doesn’t Pack Easily
I woke up this morning aware of two competing truths before my feet even touched the floor. One was sacred.The other was unavoidable. Today marked our 28th wedding anniversary. That number landed on my chest with weight and familiarity, like a stone I’ve carried for decades—smoothed by time, but still heavy. I lay still for…
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Lavish Grace
This past season, God has undone me—in the best way. Not with spectacle.Not with sudden fixes or dramatic reversals.But with lavish provision—the kind that overwhelms your heart long before it answers your prayers. There is no other word for it: extravagant. I used to associate extravagance with excess, with things unnecessary or over the top.…
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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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Waiting
There is a quiet ache that settles in when the future feels uncertain — a tender, pulsing space between what was and what will be. I am sitting here, in that in-between. It’s the place of waiting. Of surrender. Of not knowing what comes next, yet trusting that there is a sovereign plan unfolding —…
Braving Authenticity 