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Where’s The Mercy: Finding Peace in the Midst of Trials

i’m standing with bare feet on a dirt road leading into a torn and abandoned village. there are thatched- roof houses still throwing flames up towards the sky, and smoke rising from fires that have been choked out. slowly inching forward, my feet are burning from the heat of the ground, yet my body is shivering from the cloudy sky above. There are empty bullet cartridges scattered everywhere, and arrows clinging to the buildings, smoke rising from their entry points.

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My prayer for Redemption and Grace in my own life: Part 1

can i get real with you? i mean raw, unfiltered, and pure vulnerability. i’ve been thinking about redemption and grace lately. in my line of work this isn’t spoken of often. many people are fueled by anger, ‘justified’ anger. the kind of anger that is backed up by experiences of being violated. the type of anger that should force the people who’ve never experienced that level of violation to be quiet and listen. yet, i can’t help but see the hypocrisy in this. you see, we long for grace and redemption but are unwilling to give it back.

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To You: An Open Letter To The Man Who Raped Me.

you will likely never read this. in fact, you probably don’t even remember who i am, apart from my various body parts. to you, i had no name. to you, my purpose was a place to pour all your rage and frustration with life into.

the after school specials taught my friends you only existed in the shadows, but i knew better. you were in charge of my livelihood, and apparently i was in charge of yours.

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Fear: Still learning to conquer it.

i was thinking the other day, as i often spend my time doing, about all of my dreams. there are two types of dreams i’ve found; the type i want to come true and the type i just like to dream about.

i’ve dreamed about going to ireland since i was a little girl. i vividly remember my dad calling me from ireland when i was little and telling me it was very green and everything had clovers on it. i’ve since discovered that while the land is very lush and green, the emerald isle is not in fact, completely green and covered in clovers. yet, this hasn’t curbed my love of ireland.

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