This is where faith meets the unfinished.
Where prayers don’t always end with answers, but with surrender.
Here, I write from the middle of becoming—where grace holds the questions,
and every breath is another quiet “Amen.”
These are the lessons, the wrestlings, and the whispers of hope
found in the everyday echo of a God who’s not done with me yet.
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There are seasons and there is the in-between. This is a reflection of the latter.
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A piece highlighting a common issue in the world; one my family has lived and passed through.
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Part III: From the perceived perspective of the one lost in the cycle: an apology of one victim to His own, an identity lost to Her.