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1 Corinthians 13:13 says ‘And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love’. You see, love is life. Love is everything. When you love someone, they become more important to you than yourself. You find yourself doing things you hate, because you love the person you are doing…
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When I think about love never failing, I think of God’s love. As humans, we are imperfect, and because of that we fail, even unintentionally. God is perfect, and His love is an unfailing love. I spent decades feeling like God had failed me. In the midst of agony, I felt alone, and couldn’t feel…
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When my late husband died, I had many people tell me that I would get over him. I’d move on. Either they doubted my love for him, or they knew nothing of love. The truth is, even in death, I love him. Love doesn’t just disappear or weaken because someone is gone. Love is lasting.…
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Hope used to be a foreign feeling to me. Something I felt was a stupid emotion for suckers. When I was in my several years long abusive relationship, I watched as my family had hope I’d wake up. I watched the heartache, the tears, the anger, and the devastation my family felt as they watched…
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This is a difficult one. Trust is intimidating. It’s frightening. For me, trusting someone not to berate me, rape me, beat me, isolate me, own me, seemed not only impossible, but stupid. I had been beaten down by enough people in my life that I had closed myself off from even thinking about trusting anyone…
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What comes to mind when you think about, ‘love always protects’? You probably think about protecting your children, spouse, pets, family, and friends. Those are all important to protect, but what about ourselves? For decades I thought I was great at protecting myself, simply because I was still alive. My life showed a different story.…
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When I was younger, I was dating this guy that was a bit off. He enjoyed yelling at me, and blaming me for everything. He enjoyed giving me visible hickeys, (I protested every time) and sending me out, as if he was claiming me as his property. One night, he drugged me. That night, he…
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The first few decades of my life were spent being a brat. That’s actually putting it rather nicely. I said and did plenty of things that were selfish, mean, and hurtful. Especially to my parents. I grew up with parents who are Christian, and wanted to raise their family in a Christ-like manner. That means,…
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My ex was a volatile person. Anger was their entire personality. I had many reasons to believe they didn’t love me, but their constant state of anger was one of the biggest. I was always being yelled at, blamed, accused, and even physically hurt. So much hate was being spewed my way, on a daily…
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