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When God Asks My Name
There are moments whenGod does not speak loudly—He simply waits.And I feel it:the quiet invitationto stop wrestling shadowsand step into His presencewithout defense. No audience.No explanations.No version of myself carefully arranged. Only truth. He doesn’t ask about my victories.He asks my name. Not the one others use.Not the one I prefer.But the one that reveals…
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Pressed, Then Healed
The deeper grows my love for truth,The less I shrink at God’s reproof.Wounds still come, sharp as a knife—But they no longer name my life. Each hurt, a blow that causes pain,Yet truth brings peace as here I remain.Your Word does not avoid the sore—It presses first, then heals my core. When storms arise and…
Star for the Journey 