BEAUTY FROM BAGGAGE

Anonymous  For most of my life, I would’ve told you that I had a near perfect childhood. I lived in the same tight-knit community with both sets of grandparents. My parents are high school sweethearts who are still madly in love. I loved my schools and my church and my neighborhood. My home was a …

THE COST OF DEATH AND LIFE

Elise Hurd I lay there, bleeding. I held the heating pad against my cramping womb as the final evidence of the little life that had been drained slowly from me. I stared at the white tiled ceiling and did not cry. Not one single tear. My lack of emotion went beyond apathy. Death had physically, …

WHEN HEALING HURTS

Grace *Last week we shared Grace’s story about a car accident that could have taken her life. Today she shares with us what God has taught her through the process of healing. When I was little, my dad felled a tree in our backyard. Getting it cleaned up right away was completely ridiculous, so a …

SNAPSHOTS, part 1

Johanna Bonner*We are excited to share from Johanna! This week and next week, we will share some of the snapshots of her life that she has felt compelled to share with others through her own social media outlet. We are so encouraged by her bravery and vulnerability to share hard parts of her life with …

EVERYTHING IS MADE BEAUTIFUL IN ITS TIME

Amy Merritt Healing from childhood trauma and sexual abuse Childhood for me was full of uncertainties and an overwhelming absence – void of love, nurturing, compassion, and tenderness. Whether it was not knowing when my mom would come home, or whether she would come home drunk; if a stranger would be coming home with her …

VULNERABILITY

Last week, Jenni gave insight into the effects of shame, and the freedom that comes from bringing these dark corners of our lives into the light. The key that unlocks the dark prison of shame is vulnerability. We naturally like to put the past behind us, make sure “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” …

LEARNING TO LOVE AFTER BETRAYAL

Amanda Buccola “As much as I love God, you, Graham, and our unborn child, I loved myself more…I know that revealing this blackness inside of me is necessary…but I understand that in confessing this, the blackness and burden is now also felt by you.” Those words and many more were read to me one Tuesday …

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