We are fallen by nature. Whether our original sin reveals itself through mental illness, a broken heart, or other such torments, we must reconcile with ourselves, God, and others...and we can prune the weeds and thistles because Christ wore a crown of thorns.
It's between 3 and 4a.m on hopeless nights.
It's between the ragged breaths and strangled heart beats.
It's between the coiled stomach and aching chest.
It's between the skirmishes of the head and the heart.
It's between the razor and the wrist.
It's between the waves and ebbs of anxiety and panic attacks.
It's between the unforgiving past and uncertain future.
That's where it is.
That's where divinity is found.
Lauren Cook PCOS and not feeling “feminine enough”
Anna Laughery It’s okay to not be fine
Catherine O’Connell Kindling for the fire
Rachael Gieger Finding the bravery to admit that you need help
Catherine Gilmore Surrendering the ugly things
Hannah Graham Invisible wounds
Johanna Duncan Healing is a choice
Julia Loria A new definition for suffering
Lindsey Weishar We must work to bring the dark places in our own souls to light, so they can be renewed.
Katie Trudeau Finding faith in the hurt
Ellen Seta A lesson from flowers
Carolyn Shields Cringing, but let’s talk about our Easter prodigals
Sarah Kozak What we shall be has not yet been revealed
Carolyn Shields Re-entering the desert