Category: Category 3
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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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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…