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I thought I would feel weak when I let go—but I didn’t. I felt light. Not soft or passive—strong. Like a warrior dropping a sword to rest after the war that raged inside my chest for far too long. It wasn’t about pretending it didn’t hurt. It was about refusing to stay chained to the…
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I didn’t know how to be held without bracing. My body flinched at tenderness—trained by trauma to expect the blow. But God didn’t push. He just waited. His arms weren’t forceful; they were steady. Still. And slowly—God, so slowly— my fists unclenched, my breath deepened, and the ache I buried spilled out in silent tears.…
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You might be bleeding while you’re binding someone else’s wounds. You might be praying for their freedom while you’re still locked in your own cage. But don’t you dare think that disqualifies you. It qualifies you. It anoints you.
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Some nights, I wake up drowning in dreams I can’t remember—sheets twisted, heart racing, silence screaming. But in that aching stillness, I reach for the Psalms like a lover’s touch. They don’t just comfort me—they fight for me. They whisper truth when lies crawl across my skin. They remind me that the God who made…
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I wasn’t praying—I was bleeding. I didn’t have pretty words, I had fire. The kind that comes when you’re done performing, done pretending, done playing the good little Christian while your soul is on life support. I got real with God—ugly real. And that’s when it happened. The numb cracked. The fire caught. And the…
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Self-control isn’t some quiet virtue tucked in the back of your Bible study notebook. It’s sweat on your brow. It’s nails in your cravings. It’s waking up at 2AM with temptation crawling down your spine and choosing-again, not to give it what it wants. Self-control isn’t denial. It’s domination. And the Holy Spirit didn’t come…
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“You can’t cast out what you’re still entertaining. You can’t walk in power when you’re starving for Presence. And you cannot—you will not—survive this war without the Holy Spirit. I tried. I broke. I bled. Until I was wrecked by His fire and rebuilt in His power. Praying in tongues didn’t just change my life—it…
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You’re not abandoning people—you’re protecting what God is building in you. Some environments are too toxic for transformation. And the version of you God is calling forth cannot survive in the shadows of who you used to be.
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I never set out to be an author. I set out to survive—to find peace, to rediscover the real Jesus beneath the noise of religion. This blog is my open journal, a sacred space where wounds speak, hope breathes, and faith rises from the ashes. If you’re searching for raw truth and relentless grace, you’re…