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When Childhood Revisits–My Journey Through Tears
My family celebrated our Thanksgiving Saturday. My son came with his family from N.C. My younger daughter came from Clemson to spend a few days with me. Our hearts were overflowing with so much joy during our time together at … Continue reading
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If God Be for Us . . .
“What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us?” Romans 8:31 Life isn’t always fair. Days come when we feel alone, afraid, insignificant, and very unloved. Someone ignores our feelings. Another … Continue reading
The Years of Devastation: Surviving After Abuse
No matter how hard you may try, if you have been in an abusive situation, you will never forget the pain. I am a survivor of domestic violence in many forms. I was punched. I was slapped. I was thrown … Continue reading
Little Secrets Become Big Hurts
I see the fear within her eyes…deepest, darkest pain and terror that once claimed my childhood’s soul. She looks downward to hide the sorrow so many can never imagine…. But I know. Inside, I know. And I weep for her. … Continue reading
A Nation without God
There is so much happening lately in our country…so many things being considered politically correct, when our Bible deems them sinful. We all sin and come short of what God commands of us. But the difference is when we knowingly … Continue reading
Behind the Veil
The Tears of a Clown She smiles through her pain as she passes through the crowded streets. She laughs with her friends when she really wants to go home and cry into the silence of her pillow. The mask she … Continue reading