The Prayer I Forgot I Prayed
Sometimes I wonder if the hardest season of my life wasn’t an interruption to my prayers—but an answer to them. I just didn’t recognize it at the time.
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The Stories We Tell Ourselves
Our minds hate unanswered questions. So we fill the empty spaces with stories. The problem isn’t that we create narratives. It’s that we usually make ourselves the hero and someone else the villain.
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Maybe They Wanted To
“If they wanted to, they would.” I understand why people say it. But I’ve wanted to do many things that fear, timing, wisdom, or healing kept me from doing. Humans are rarely as simple as one sentence.
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Maybe They Wanted To
“If they wanted to, they would.” I understand why people say it. But I’ve wanted to do many things that fear, timing, wisdom, or healing kept me from doing. Humans are rarely as simple as one sentence.
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Between the Verses
I used to wish the Bible gave us more detail. More emotion. More character development. Now I wonder if the spaces between the verses are where we’re meant to place our own stories.
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A Love Letter to My Friends
I thought I was writing a love letter to my friends. My therapist gently corrected me: “No…this is their love letter to you.” I haven’t looked at friendship the same way since.
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You’ve Handled It So Well
You’ve handled it so well.” It was meant as a compliment. But sometimes the people carrying the heaviest things are simply the ones who’ve learned how to carry them quietly.
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The Silence of My Suffering
Deep pain has poor peripheral vision. For a season, all I could see was my own survival. I thought that meant I had become selfish. Now I wonder if it simply meant I was human.
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Fresh Isn’t First
We all love fresh starts. But I’ve learned that nothing truly becomes fresh until we’re willing to clean what came before it. Sometimes healing looks less like starting over and more like washing yesterday away.
