Mary, I am so sorry for what you've experienced. May you know this: You are brave and courageous. One tear at a time letting God dispose of what was not meant to be and yet what happened.
This breaks my heart. What happened to you was wicked. I rejoice with you in your victory. Blessings to you and may you continue to experience God’s unshakable peace and perfect healing.❤️🩹
I cannot even explain the emotions I just felt. I don't know how to say how sorry I am for what you had to deal with. Having similar past things to work through the one thing I know is I still to this day struggle with the grief of the lost childhood. Never getting to be the child that I should have been allowed to be.
Its understood clearly that I may never 'heal' as many think healing works, as grief is a continual process. Stories like yours resurrect those emotions, but also build my resolve to do whatever I can to help others.
this: I’ve been adopted by the One who cherishes me, fights for me, and heals all the exploited parts of me. Yes you have. Give little Mary a hug from little Kinsey
there's something incredibly healing when we feel the breakup viscerally. your story had me flashing back to burning things in the firepit. Also tentative at first...it's a defining moment to say, "DONE" with whatever that thing is we need to let go of. Thank you for sharing.
Mary, I am so sorry for what you've experienced. May you know this: You are brave and courageous. One tear at a time letting God dispose of what was not meant to be and yet what happened.
God sees.
God knows.
And God heals.
May His healing continue... 🤍
Amen, thank you.
Painful but much needed.
This breaks my heart. What happened to you was wicked. I rejoice with you in your victory. Blessings to you and may you continue to experience God’s unshakable peace and perfect healing.❤️🩹
Thank you.
I cannot even explain the emotions I just felt. I don't know how to say how sorry I am for what you had to deal with. Having similar past things to work through the one thing I know is I still to this day struggle with the grief of the lost childhood. Never getting to be the child that I should have been allowed to be.
Its understood clearly that I may never 'heal' as many think healing works, as grief is a continual process. Stories like yours resurrect those emotions, but also build my resolve to do whatever I can to help others.
I'm so grateful you are using your pain as a salve to other people's wounds. Wow.
feel free to DM me any time to share stories and discuss. I wasn't going to post my story on top of your sharing yours
this: I’ve been adopted by the One who cherishes me, fights for me, and heals all the exploited parts of me. Yes you have. Give little Mary a hug from little Kinsey
I will, thanks.
Never, ever too late to heal. Goodbye enemy pics. Your power is gone.
Yes!
there's something incredibly healing when we feel the breakup viscerally. your story had me flashing back to burning things in the firepit. Also tentative at first...it's a defining moment to say, "DONE" with whatever that thing is we need to let go of. Thank you for sharing.