Each team is eagerly envisioning where they will move, and how they will support each other. The symbiotic relationships forming are charged but also grounded.
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Gendercide … should it be normalized??
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What snaps in that body/mind/spirit when they are "broken in"?
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Her daughter has spells. She faints and is dizzy and can't finish her words she meant to say. She went to the priest and paid him for charms that she might wear them, but it made her worse, somehow.
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Instead, they went back into that community and kept loving and forgiving. So did the widow of a man tortured to death. Even when those who killed him were praised by the police.
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Women and daughters comprehend something at their deepest core which they may not be able to put into words
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But how could a mere woman, from a broken past not only start churches and shepherd leaders, but also leave them equipped and go to a new field?
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Children shouldn’t become statistics!
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With over 407,000 children in foster care in the US alone, it’s clear that more loving foster homes are needed.
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There is usually lice, and sore, and an almost animal like behavior that comes with gathering children who have been left to die.
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You might get noticed. You want the right people to realize and come. And knock. And ask.
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Being Unwanted is rampant, and how it plays out in the everyday life of countless souls is staggering. What better time then for action? For love? For showing up and being available?
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Our teacher was healed instantly, and can now continue to teach. Seen. Known. By God Almighty. Isn’t that just like Him?
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“There is a highway to heaven, and all in it are safe; but in the middle of that road there is a special way, an inner path, and all who walk there are happy as well as safe.”
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That Sunday Lubov had felt the touch of God so gently, but firmly, that she knew where to go when her world crumbled.
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Zeyneb toddles now. This is because the Smiling One was a mother, just like herself.
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She is today’s David, swinging that slingshot, confident in her Lord.
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The breakfast liter of vodka no longer drowns her realities, but it does remove feeling from her extremities. It's hard to make her now spindly legs walk her for the frequent runs to the bathroom, and her hand shakes between cigarettes. But she's all there, hanging on every word.
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Fikret’s good natured laugh dies as she talks about the river that goes past their village. It’s deep and cold, and moves with great currents. Dark and menacing, it is never entered upon freewill even in the cooking heat of summer.
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And with the spit, Darya finally realized why. They weren’t wanted for whom they were created to be, and from that moment, they’ve striven for an antithesis.
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