We all have a lot of baggage, junk, or stuff we don’t like about ourselves. But each woman has an important story to share, even if she doesn’t realize it right away.
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I can't say that I am a fighter. I don't like violence. I have been in one physical fight. (When you stop laughing, keep reading.) I have a brother name Joey who is four years younger than me. He was getting picked on by a neighbor boy who was a year older than me. This went on for weeks and the boy came over one day and started pushing Joey around, and I just let the boy have it. I pulled his hair (it was during the mullet era) and punched him in the nose. I was only around 10 years old. I am by no means proud of that.
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My story... those two words seem to spark an odd feeling in me. I struggle with my story daily. I grew up one of 4 children in an abusive home. I don't say abusive lightly, it was mental and physical and it was scary. But no one ever saw that.
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We lost our businesses, our house, and while this was happening, both of my parents were battling cancer. It was a time I will never forget. You don’t easily forget the nice, elderly man that had to come to your house multiple times to collect past due on the light bill.
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I found out through the sour grapevine that my hubby was recently involved in certain bachelor party shenanigans that he failed to disclose to me.
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The journey of life, especially the journey of a disciple, is marked with potholes and patches, demolitions and new construction...all ordained editing marks of a God who loves hardcore. Through that love, and because of it, He has been graciously hacking away and shaping me into someone who hopefully resembles His Son increasingly more each day.
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