Unseen Wounds
“Healing what they couldn’t see. Becoming who God always knew.”
Category: love
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When you’ve been wounded, God won’t force Himself into your pain. He waits for an invitation. Healing begins when you stop holding everything together on your own and whisper, “Lord, I give You permission to heal me.” It’s not that God needs your permission in the sense of power — He’s God. But He respects…
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There is a kind of heartbreak that doesn’t just hurt—it shakes the foundation of your world. It’s not simply losing someone you loved; it’s losing the vision of your future, the life you imagined together, the dreams you built in your heart. You grieve not just the person, but the “what could have been,” the…
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I want you to imagine something with me. Think back over your life—every time you were betrayed. Every time you were abandoned. Every time you were rejected, misunderstood, humiliated, or hurt. Think of the heartbreaks, the losses, the moments when you prayed and prayed and heaven felt silent. You remember those moments, don’t you? Some…
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Sometimes It’s Better to Go Your Own Way Not every path is meant to be walked together. Some people, no matter how much we care, are only meant to be part of a chapter—not the whole story. There comes a moment when holding on starts to cost you more than letting go. That’s when you…
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I know your heart is tired. I know the ache feels endless. But hear me—what it means to you is why it hurts. It’s not weakness. It’s not failure. It’s love. It’s trust. It’s the depth of your soul saying, “This mattered.” You’re not just grieving what happened— you’re grieving the meaning you wrapped around…
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Intimacy isn’t just about the body — it’s about the heart, the mind, and every memory stitched inside you. When you’re close to someone, your guard drops. You’re exposed. You’re still. And in that stillness, the walls you’ve built around certain memories can crack just enough for them to slip through. It’s not weakness. It’s…
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It’s a thought we’ve all had: If they didn’t care what I went through, why should I care what they go through? It sounds simple, even fair. But if you’ve ever been in this place, you know the truth — the answer isn’t always black and white. When someone shows no empathy for your struggles,…
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Fighting with Ghosts They came again last night— those ghosts I thought I’d buried. They wore the voices of my shame, the eyes of those who left, and the weight of every choice I wish I could undo. I swung at them in the dark, but my hands passed through air. You can’t kill a…
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Beloved… (pause) I see you. I see the way you run to the very things that break you. I see the way you keep your distance, as if My presence is a punishment. You wound Me… not with nails this time, but with your silence when I call your name. Yet I remain faithful… (pause)…
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It’s not the sound that gives them away. It’s the silence. The kind that breathes. They are everywhere. Above me. Beside me. Behind me. Inside me. Not human eyes. Not entirely. They don’t blink. They don’t soften. They don’t forget. They follow even when I’m alone. They study the way I breathe, as if even…
Unseen Wounds 