still a child, after years of believingthe role of church was to give out scoldings,to plant seeds of you-are-not-good-enoughinside my fertile, waiting fields my Aunt Vera told me God loves me
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cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
still a child, after years of believingthe role of church was to give out scoldings,to plant seeds of you-are-not-good-enoughinside my fertile, waiting fields my Aunt Vera told me God loves me
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There was a season of life when my faith was as fragile as a newly unfurled leaf, when all I could do was wait, observe, and cautiously hope that I would experience the faith I once had. I felt far removed from that passionate and zealous girl who once lived overseas and realized a dream…
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Living a couple hours drive away from the Atlantic Ocean, I often take day trips to visit the coast.
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