Confessions of a Prodigal Daughter

The Judaism I grew up with was centered on community, social action, and a strong passion for Israel. While all those things are important, none of those values satisfied the desire I craved in my teen years, shortly after my bat mitzvah—a genuine relationship with God. The name Jesus still has a funny taste in my …

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Because of Jesus…I can FLY again

I remember being captivated by butterflies when I was little. I loved how they were so effortlessly beautiful and free. Wherever they flew I always ran as fast as I could to catch them, I guess I wanted that beauty for myself. I remember, one day  watching intently as a monarch butterfly landed on a flower …

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I Couldn’t Allow Myself  To Get In The Way, Anymore. 

I have been in church my whole life. I grew up in a Pentecostal home and I have continued with that faith. There’s something that people might not understand though. Just because someone grew up in a church and lived in a pastor’s home, does not mean that everything was fine and dandy with their personal, …

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In and Out of Season, I am Enough

It was something like a fairytale, a girl who knew no other life but captivity was rescued. I had spent many years believing that I was not loved, and not enough. Not enough for my mother to stay out of prison as everytime she got out she went back, I wasn't enough for my father …

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