Tag: Brokenness
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The Battle: Part 1
Tossing. Turning. Up. Down. This was the position of my body through the night, but also my head. Awake for 3 hours while the devil wreaked havoc on my brain. For 3 solid hours he attacked my purpose. My integrity. All my regrets. He tapped into all the things that made me feel inadequate, useless,…
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Hold on and keep me safe
“I lost my safe. And then I did what you call a spiral. I spiraled.” These were the words I heard in that moment. When talking about loss and fear. And I felt that. Every bit of what was said. Let me explain… Prior to the isolation and anxiety that came with COVID, life was…
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Seeing “red”
“You better never wear that red suit again!” This is what my friend had told me after I came out of a meeting with my boss. A meeting in which I had been somewhat nasty. Probably insubordinate. Even uttered the words, “Well, just fire me then.” Apparently, I was out of character, because my friend…
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You can run…but you can’t hide
Rocks. I mentioned some of them in my last post. Those I threw into the ocean of surrender. And those I threw at cars when younger. Yes. My brother and I were often bored on our little street growing up. If we were not yelling across the street for our cousins to come out and…
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It will all be OK
Ever skipped rocks across a body of water? Picked up one with just the right shape and texture? Tossed it in such a way that it skips over the surface of the water before it finally chooses the place it will finally sink? I’ve never tried it. But I have thrown a few. Outside our…
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Grace for the broken
Can a woman of God be broken by Him? Can a person who is faithful to Him struggle with doubts? With temptation? If your answer is no, you are mistaken. I’ll tell you why. Picture a woman. One who is sure of her purpose. She has put her trust in God, is sure of what…
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No longer the broken one
I write to get things off my chest. I didn’t for a time. And those things, they took root in my soul and grew bitter fruit. Things I thought forgiven, lay buried underneath the surface. Waiting for a season of isolation to burst forth all that needed to come out from hiding. All that needed…
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“I’m fine.” But is that the truth?
I wrote a post recently about truth. In it I shared the importance of telling the truth to those we love. As I thought more after I posted it, and after I reflected on truth some more in the passing days, I thought about this: Are we telling the truth to ourselves? What about the…
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To know my Jesus
Are you past the point of weary?Is your burden weighing heavy?Is it all too much to carry?Let me tell you ’bout my JesusDo you feel that empty feeling?‘Cause shame’s done all its stealingAnd you’re desperate for some healingLet me tell you ’bout my Jesus. -Anne Wilson We all come to a point when we are…
Grace 'n Grounds 