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Black, Christian, & Trying to Figure It OutPart 1 Did you miss me?! Let me tell you something about this season of my life. It’s giving wilderness. It’s giving “Lord, are You sure You meant me?” It’s giving “I’m walking by faith but my knees are wobbling.” I’ve been a caregiver for my mom since…
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I guess this is part two of my confessions as a caregiver to my mom, while also being a single, unemployed mom myself. One question I’ve been struggling with lately is:“Lord… am I just put on this earth to serve?” I mean… my love language is serving, I guess. That would explain why I often…
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I’m…single single. And this time, it hits differently. I’ve lost weight. I’m feeling myself again. I’m healing. And yet… no one’s checking for me. No one’s asking for my number. No one’s texting “Hey stranger.” It’s just me, God, and the rain hitting my window on this stormy night. And for the first time in…
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Nights like this, I hate being single. I decided to go out to a cigar bar that was in the neighborhood instead of the Mexican restaurant I once dined in with the person who last broke my heart. What’s weird is that, at 35, I just decided to date myself… Maybe it was the lack…
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My journey as a caregiver didn’t begin with a job title — it began with a promise. Before my grandmother passed, I sat beside her and told her I’d take care of her two babies: my sister Kim and my mother. I didn’t know what that promise would come to mean. I just knew I…
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I never knew what “avoidant attachment” was until I met Bradley. I thought we were just different — emotionally mismatched. I thought I was asking for too much, being too sensitive, or expecting a kind of love that didn’t exist anymore. But the more I prayed for clarity, the more I started digging. And what…
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