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On multiple occasions I have asked Jesus to come to me. On my darkest nights and when He has been painfully silent, I have asked God to come to me in the flesh, look me dead in the eye and acknowledge the mess made of my life. All I am looking for is a pep talk of sorts, the
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A friend emailed me this week in the midst of paralyzing heartbreak within her marriage, asking for any advice I had as she struggled to navigate her next step. I was surprised to find myself frozen in front of the computer struggling how to address her pain. Because heartbreak, is a real palpable thing. It’s the knot
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Admittedly, I am not the greatest proponent of love these days. I’m nearly always the first to point out the romantic song by the debonaire man, was indeed written by a woman. That’s never been married. Never fearing to ask inopportune questions like: Shouldn’t we have more humble wedding ceremonies to get married? And save
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We will be divorced by Thanksgiving. ….That wasn’t the answer anyone was expecting. I could tell by the way they squirmed uncomfortably in their seats upon hearing my response, how unbearable it became to maintain eye contact after such candidness. They had asked what we were doing for Thanksgiving this year, and it was obvious
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While there once was space in my life for festive crafts, immaculate tablescapes, and the exchange of small talk over beloved recipes at holiday dinner parties, my mind has been preoccupied with far more pressing issues this year… Like managing the wave of anxiety that rushes over me when I step into a room of new faces… the
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I attempted to stand to my feet but fell to the floor as my knees buckled under the pressure. I grabbed frantically at anything in an attempt to steady myself, until everything suddenly came still. I surrendered. Placing my head to the floor and holding my knees tight to my chest, I was convinced this
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Perched high on a balcony, taking in my last New York City sunset, I admitted to God what I could no longer hide: that in spite of everything I was eternally grateful for, I really was just so, so sad… That in simply a mere year and a half of living on the East Coast
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Tuesday – Stand Still – This was the promise: “….Don’t be afraid. Just stand still, and watch the Lord rescue you. The Lord himself will fight for you. Just stay calm…” The promise I have desperately clung to for the last 212 days. This was the fortune: “…You will be rewarded for listening in the next
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Before the piercing screams, before the sobs that went on into the night, before the two Tylenol PM’s that had been the only conceivable way to silence my thoughts, and before my almost 3 year old had to pry me out of bed, I was at an altitude of over 30,000 feet pondering a promise,
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“Get up right Now!!!! ” Startled, my eyes opened in a fury, darting across the room with more questions than I had gone to sleep with …What time is it? …What day is it? … Please Lord, tell me it was all just a terrible nightmare… Still disoriented, I strained to make out the figure
Krista Ortiz 