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Broken, Beautiful, and Blessed
O the windings, the turnings, the ups and downs that He has led me through! And even so, it still seems as if it will be a long way to the shore. — Samuel Rutherford O gracious and beautiful Savior, let there no longer be any pretense plaguing my heart. Let not the trials and tempests be for naught. I am like a child, unsteady in my steps. You have led me through the darkest hours, the storms raging all around me, the land sinking and crumbling beneath me, the waves of affliction crashing against my face, causing me to choke and sputter with my every breath. How much longer,…
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Blue Fibers
I wrote this personal narrative for my English Composition class at Regent University, detailing the last couple of weeks of my son Joshua’s life. This was one of the hardest pieces of writing I’ve ever done. LORD willing, it will open the floodgates to write more about my precious Joshy in a future memoir. My face pressed into the worn blue carpet beside my bed. “I can’t. LORD. Please.” I sobbed. The guttural wails of my teenaged son echoed in my head. His mind remained that of a four-year-old, while his broken body had never developed beyond that of a ten-year-old. “Mama, I hurt.” His eyes pleaded with…
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Refiner’s Journey
Providence deposited me at the mouth of winter’s midnight. The parchment, pressed against my bare flesh, seeped its siren song into my bones. I hadn’t counted on the world’s fortuitous sendoff nor the reciprocal sovereign hand that reached for me. But here I am. The path ahead looked dismal. Dense fog curled itself around the faintest of light, sucking it down like a ravenous child eating supper in the presence of death. Who was I to question my circumstances? I held the ticket, purchased with autonomy and expectation. Of course, I was wrong. The sky wept openly, soaking what little covering I wore. It weighed me down like chains, sticking…
C.L. Stansberry
"Guided by truth, stirred by story, ever pressing toward the long tomorrow.”
