Unseen Wounds
What is anchored in God cannot be destroyed.
Category: Real life experience
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But even this heartbreak, this betrayal, this confusion — it has taught me things comfort never could. Through the pain with my children’s father, through the sister wound, through feeling replaced and misunderstood — You have been teaching me. You’ve been teaching me my worth. You’ve been teaching me discernment. You’ve been teaching me that…
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Sometimes obedience doesn’t look like progress — it looks like surrender. When God whispers “go,” but it feels like moving backward, the real battle isn’t direction… it’s identity, pride, and fear. This reflection explores what it means to choose peace over appearance and faith over comfort.
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I’ve been thinking about death lately—not in a dark way, but in a quiet, wondering way. And the closest image I can find is this: we are like snails when we die. A snail leaves behind its shell. The shell still looks like it did before—same shape, same markings—but the life that once filled it…
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They think I don’t notice. The little jabs, the fake jokes, the sideways comments meant to cut me down in front of others. I notice everything. I just don’t react the way they want me to. See, weak people feed off attention. They need a crowd to validate them. That’s why they perform their insults…
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“I didn’t become quiet. I just got tired of explaining my heart to people who weren’t listening. I used to lay it all out — my feelings, my thoughts, my fears — hoping someone would see me, really see me. But after enough times of being misunderstood or dismissed, I realized some parts of me…
Unseen Wounds 