#GirlsInTheWilderness
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Transforming Profound Suffering into Lasting Legacy There is a weight in this world that few truly understand. It is a burden felt not just in the mind, but deep within the spirit, the soul, and the very physical marrow. For those of us who have walked through the fire, there is a constant, exhausting tension:… Read more
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There is a specific kind of exhaustion that comes with being “unclean.” It isn’t just about the dirt or the sweat; it’s about the heavy, soul-deep degradation of being denied the basic tools of humanity. For many, a hot shower or a box of period supplies is a given. For me, during the years I… Read more
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From the Wilderness to the Remnant Pull up a chair and take a sip. We need to talk about a story we think we know, but through a lens most are too afraid to use. We often discuss the twelve-year-old boy in the Temple (Luke 2) as a perfect Sunday school lesson. We focus on… 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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What do you enjoy most about writing? For me, writing wasn’t just a passion; it was my salvation. I remember the times my mother would beat me and the days I went hungry. In those moments, I would eat the words on pages to feed my mind and regurgitate them to express myself. Writing became… 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
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I know what it’s like to be a girl in the wilderness.Not the kind of wilderness you read about in novels, but the real, raw kind. The kind I entered at twelve years old, when I ran away from an abusive, drug-addicted mother. My world became the streets, a desperate fight for survival that lasted… Read more
