Shattered Reflections

Beauty from the Broken

I used to look up at the stars and feel like I mattered. Because even in possession of all this vast beauty, God still made me. I existed, and that had to mean something. I’m not sure how or when this feeling began to fade. I don’t know if it was merely childhood resilience that …

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Why are writers so afraid? I seem to face a demagogy of unfounded and unexplainable fears throughout a given week, and I just don’t understand. Why the barrage? Why can’t I just enjoy life and live in the moment and stop. worrying. worrying. worrying? It’s like a tick is scratching away at my brain. I …

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Like a child. This is the call, the challenge, of the Christian. Children are those who have a lot to learn, and yet they are unashamed. Until they have been taught otherwise, they will go after what they want. Until they learn to fear, they will take daring risks that adults wouldn’t dream of. Are …

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