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An Almost Unbearable Inner Struggle

Writing this is hard. Being fundamentally a self-preservationist, I don’t want you to see me like this.  Weak, twisted, deformed, defective…  I want to put on the red lipstick and glam my way through life, pretending I was never this flawed, never this needy. Never This. Yet, in honesty, this is who I was.  The same genetic […]

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Velvet Ribbons

Shaky voices will often Tell Stories that are uncomfortable and many would wish to keep Silent.  That’s ok.  Grace is Awkward.  Sometimes Truth is too.  Sometimes bondage even looks like Velvet Ribbons. ___________________________ Spiritual warfare. Not the Avengers.  Not Thor.  Not crazy mind games. Not the mystical white druid against the crumpled, dried-apple face, old […]

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Awkward Grace

When obedience looks like Speaking up and Telling becomes an adventure in full disclosure, it isn’t long before the Accuser tells me Lies and I realize I am not very eager to share an experience with Awkward Grace. But, I do it anyway. ________________________ The only thing more awkward than being an early teenager is processing, as an […]

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The Two-Faced Lie

Even when my voice shakes… I began The Telling. I knew it would lead here – The Two-Faced Lies. ______________________________ When testimony takes us centre stage, a two-face lie follows close behind. One side says, “My testimony isn’t what God-stories are made of, I haven’t lived ‘enough’ to be interesting.” Arms raised fall slowly to […]

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The Telling Begins

Why am I telling this story?  Because I have to.  Even when my voice shakes. If we met on the street, I don’t think you would find me capable of this story. The mirror shows an overweight, very ordinary, dark haired 41 year old mom and wife. We don’t see the little girl with whispy […]

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