I’ve been that woman. The one who was: Abandoned Rejected Orphaned Abused Falsely accused while I was the one actually being abused Betrayed by those I only ever loved and helped Afraid Confused Making a poor choice because of a wound from another Basing my value on body imperfections Left wondering if I’d ever be enough... I’ve cried until I threw up. I’ve laid in bed wondering if anyone even cared. I’ve watched my children suffer at the hands of someone who was supposed to

Everyone talks about the woman at the well like she was some loose woman hopping from man to man... But what if she was just a Godly...

Unkept promises—when within someone’s will to fulfill—aren’t just “changed plans” or “life getting in the way.” 🚫 They are lies. This...