#Footprints
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We see it all around us, a world that wants to look like it’s doing everything. People are singing, writing, and joining every ministry, trying to give the image that they are sacrificing so much. It looks like a lot of movement, but sometimes, beneath the surface, nothing is actually getting done. I want to Read more
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When “Home” is a Disappearing Act There is a specific kind of silence that comes with a heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. It’s a suffocating, frozen silence that feels like the world has turned its back on you. At thirteen years old, I wasn’t waiting for the magic of the morning. I was a ghost Read more
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Thanksgiving. We are conditioned to picture warmth, a huge table, and the secure presence of family. But for some of us, that image is a cruel joke. For a broken, abused child, seeking comfort and restoration, the holiday only serves to illuminate the deepest, most painful truth: I had to run away from the place Read more
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Category: Hope in the Broken Places, Finding Purpose If you’re reading this, you might know what it means to feel like you were made for something bigger, yet find yourself walking through absolute emptiness. All my life, I carried that conviction, that promise of purpose. But for years, it was drowned out by deep, isolating Read more
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What she went through was nothing compared to what she did to me. But who is keeping the score? This question gets to the heart of what I’ve come to call “the uneven ledger” the biased way we account for our relationships. People tend to forget what they do to others, but they never forget Read more
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The world had a lot to say about me. They wrote me off, gave me labels, and decided my future for me.My story began with a foundation of pain. At nine years old, I was abused by my family. By twelve, my own mother beat me and threw me out, leaving me to face the Read more
