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Crystal Manget
Mentoring Voices
Throughout our lives, we encounter many voices that compete for our attention and shape our sense of self. Some of these voices linger long after they are spoken, their words embedding themselves so deeply within us that we find ourselves replaying them over and over, often unconsciously. The weight of their messages can become destructive,…
Taking Back What The Enemy Stole
As I listened to Tauren Wells’ song “Take it All Back,” I was deeply moved by the phrase “what the enemy stole.” In that moment, God spoke clearly: the enemy couldn’t take anything I didn’t first surrender. I realized I had given so much away, and that’s where my prayer began—asking God to help me…
Encouragement: A Building Up
Encouragement is one of the most powerful gifts we can offer to others, yet it’s often overlooked or withheld. We’ve all heard the phrase, “A friend in need is a friend indeed,” but that friendship is only genuine if it uplifts rather than tears down. Reflecting on my own journey, I’ve realized that failing to…
A Willing Spirit Within
Sometimes, the greatest barrier to change isn’t our circumstances—it’s the quiet resistance within us, the unwilling spirit that drags its feet when our hearts know what needs to be done. Whether it’s tackling a dreaded chore, stepping out in faith, or pursuing healing, we all face moments when motivation falters and our spirit simply refuses…
Remember
The word “remember” lingers, echoing quietly in the everyday moments: the bright laughter around a table, the peace that fills a morning walk, the gentle warmth of a friend’s encouragement when clouds gather overhead. I try to hold onto these things, to trace them with my mind like my fingers trailing along old photographs. Sometimes,…
Expressions of Gratitude
God looks past our outward appearances and routines, searching deep within our hearts—especially when they are broken, hurting, or weighed down by worries. He sees our pain, the silent struggles, and the moments when we overlook the gifts He has provided. Too often, the absence of expressed gratitude becomes a reflection of hearts distracted by…
Resident or Visitor of Shameville
Sunlight filtered through my window as I whispered the words of Psalm 51 into the quiet morning, my fingers tracing the underlined verses, each translation marked with the ache of longing. My heart thumped unevenly—crooked, restless, desperate for straightening, just as David’s had been. I swallowed the word “abused,” the taste of fear sharp on…
Words and The Heart
Yesterday, silence stretched between us like a taut rope. My chest tightened, every breath heavy with the words that lingered in the air, sharp and invisible. The ache in my head stirred dully, fed by Sebastian—the toxic monster whispering lies, twisting every syllable into venom. As the day wore on, I felt something unnamed slip…
Embracing Wholeness: Just As I Am
When I walk into a crowded room, the air feels thick, pressing against my skin. My hands tremble slightly as I search for a familiar face, but I catch the sidelong glances of strangers instead. Each whisper seems to tug at my sense of self, a reminder that validation from outside can slip away like…