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through the eyes of a child
Recently I had an interaction with a child that left me pondering and reflecting on my own identity.
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of truth and fairytales
I am caught up in a fairytale, somewhere near the middle. The beloved is confined to her chamber, making her preparations and counting the hours, for she knows her promised Bridegroom will come. Terrors lurk on every side, hardship and pain beset her from within, but the bride-to-be is undaunted. Her beloved one has pledged His love, and she is confident He will make good on His word. It’s somehow easier for me to process this strange reality we’ve fallen into if I view it through the lens of an epic misadventure. Case in point: I am not just nondescript little me, sitting alone day after day, scrambling to teach…
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Embattled Heart
The enemy is after my heart today. I can feel the anxiety stirring, a menacing presence roiling just below the surface. There is no reason for it — no immediate fear or dread — just a silent stalking. The seasons are changing. Darkness arrives earlier and earlier, swallowing up whole chunks of evening hours and magnifying the lies that seem so much easier to dismiss in the daylight. You are alone. You are powerless. No one hears your voice or cares what you have to say. You are a failure. There is no hope for you. The lies are a poisonous oil that seeps between the cracks in my armor.…
