Posts tagged Christian approach to handling an abusive relationship
Addiction and the Average Girl

I fell into a marriage with addiction, by fall, I mean, fell head over heels. I didn't want to live a perfect life, and I loved the party. I have always found going to a bar to be more enjoyable than Bible study. When I was first introduced to drugs, I thought they were fantastic. Aside from the fact that my parents were going to kill me, for the first time in my life, I wasn't shrouded in insecurity. The alternative crowd, the everything-in-moderation mentality, the excitement of the rave- it made me feel like I could be myself; darkness and all. 

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Promising Tips For Healing Your Heart

The storms we go through change us. They’re supposed to. Our exterior may or may not remain the same, but our interior will undoubtedly shift. While change is imminent, it’s the condition of our heart that determines HOW the storm changes us.

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"God, Do You See Me? Because I Can't See You"

“Mommy, can you see me? Because I can’t see you,” my three-year old self asked my mother.

“Oh, what a pretty girl, yeah,” she laughed.

My family and I watched some of our old family movies over Christmas. It was so special! We took all our old VHS movies home for the kids to watch and set up the VHS in their room with a tv intended only for retro fun (they had no idea what a VHS was. “What?! It’s STILL not done rewinding?!”).

This video my parents took was stuck in my head.

“Mama, can you see me? Because I can’t see you.”

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Why The Comparison Game is No Biggie

I’m mostly fine.

In general, I am okay.

I’m a fairly positive sort of person so I don’t have trouble on a daily basis with discouragement.

…but every once in awhile, I see something or hear something and it makes me sad!

I saw a post on Instagram awhile ago and it was by a young vlogger. I want to highlight some things… 

“The past year of her life has been so joyful!”

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Can Your Spouse’s Addiction Give You PTSD?

Everything was getting blurry. This wasn’t supposed to happen. My chest was heavy, it felt like someone was crushing my chest. It was the hand of the enemy pushing me down. 

I remembered once I had read that if you put your arms up over your head it will help you breathe better. I put my arms as high as I could and went down to my knees. No, it wasn’t helping. I stood up, arms reaching high, maybe I was supposed to be standing? No, that didn’t work either. I sat down, it was getting worse.

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