Tag: broken

Because For Some the Holidays Feel More Like a Famine Than a Feast

For some, holidays are a feast. For others, holidays are a famine.

 

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When You Can’t Hide Your Broken Places

My heart sank.

 

It was a phone call I didn’t want to get.

 

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Broken: How admitting my brokenness brought me so much peace!

Broken.  I am broken.  It is the most freeing word that can escape my lips.

For most of my life I was on a feverish journey toward “Good-Enough,” desperate to arrive at the place called Perfection where I could find my worth, where I could lay down my struggle and be enveloped in peace.

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