Tag: inspiration
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Life and death…
The beauty of death is silence Every version of her, now deceased eulogizes the remnant that remains The beauty of death is silence The slow fading of a heartbeat, slower, softer, weaker, gone. The beauty of death is silence. For when we have died, crucifying the past and resurrecting the truth of who we are…
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When the lights go out…
It’s nighttime, the kids are in bed; Hubby’s asleep but will probably say he was resting his eyes once he wakes up. You’re all alone, just you and Jesus. Who are you now? I ask myself this periodically, to see if I’m still aware of me. Lately, I recognized that I’ve simply been reacting to…
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Why are you afraid to soar?
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. ” I was afraid to soar when those around me were walking.
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The truth about transition.
The world around us is constantly changing, our lives are no exception. Let’s talk about transition, we all go through it! Meaning: a change from one form or type to another, or the process by which this happens: (dictionary.cambridge.org) the process or a period of changing from one state or condition to another. (google search)…
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In case you need a reminder!
We are liberated from fear, we are destined to conquer mountains that have stifled our ancestors. We are powerful beyond our own understanding and lovely beyond our own perception. The very thought of us, pushed God into action to create that masterpiece you are for the purpose HE pre-established. You are a light that directs…
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Here’s why you’re not healed…
You don’t want to be. Now before you go on explaining how hard it it and how many times you’ve tried, I get it. But I also get that you’ve stopped trying. You’ve grown so attached to your hurt, you believe it to be a part of who you are. It’s not. Just because you…
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I can’t take all the pressure…
I’m so afraid to fall. Sometimes I get petrified at the very thought of dropping the ball, of not being what I’m expected to be. After all, I’m responsible for those that look at me as a representation of Christ right? I think Pressure by Jonathan McReynolds hit the nail om the head for me – I’ve…
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The other daughter…
I’m the other daughter. I’m the one that didn’t happen to be born in the cocoon of a happy marriage as my other siblings and I underwent a much more complex developmental process. I’m the “awkward situation” we dare not discuss, subject to statements like “Oh I didn’t know he had a daughter this old”.…
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99 cent love
His love was cheap Like a bright red sign that alluded to a great purchase only to leave you with a knockoff version of what you truly wanted He spoke of a love that he couldn’t show It was tender, caring and deceptive It was a love that lent it’s kindness to a soul in…
Shakeisha C. Johnson 