Unseen Wounds
What is anchored in God cannot be destroyed.
Category: relationships
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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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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…
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Sometimes when people say “keep fighting,” they think it means yelling louder, proving a point, or winning. But lately, my fight has looked different. My fight has been to keep my head. To not lose myself in situations that test my peace. To not let betrayal turn me bitter. To not let competition turn me…
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There are seasons when it feels like everyone who once felt near is suddenly distant. Not gone—just pulled. Pulled by life, responsibilities, pain, growth, or things you can’t touch or fix. And you’re left wondering: Was it something I did? Am I too much? Or not enough? The truth is, being “left” doesn’t always mean…
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I see you. I know what it’s like to feel invisible, to cry in the dark when nobody is watching, to wonder if the pain will ever end. I’ve been there—feeling like every step forward is swallowed by the weight of yesterday. I’ve felt betrayal, disappointment, and the hollow ache of loving and not being…
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I shared a room with my brother. I would wake up in the dark, still half asleep, still reaching for what felt normal. For a split second I’d forget. I’d look for him. And then it would hit me all over again—he wasn’t there. He wouldn’t be there. And nothing about my world felt right…
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When God closes the door, it can feel cruel. It can feel confusing, unfair, and deeply personal—especially when you prayed for that door to stay open. I used to think a closed door meant rejection. That I wasn’t good enough. That I failed. That I was being punished. But I’m learning something different now. When…
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Life doesn’t always go the way we expect. People we care about, or even those we’ve had difficult experiences with, may make choices that could stir up old wounds. Today, I’m reminded that even in the midst of these complicated situations, God is good. It would be easy to let anger, jealousy, or hurt take…
Unseen Wounds 