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Seen Through Love’s Eyes
A quiet reminder that sometimes the people who love us can see beauty we struggle to recognise in ourselves. 🕯️ ✍️ This morning, Clive said something so simple, yet it landed gently in my heart. I had made a passing comment about not being sure that I’m good‑looking. Without hesitation, he replied: “I don’t care…
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Walking Through, Not Getting Over It
Why “Build a Bridge and Get Over It” Betrays the Broken-Hearted On Thursday morning, Roland and I were in our daily rhythm of rolling towels at The Crate, talking about Encounter Group rhythms, numbers, and locations, when he paused and said, “Let me ask you something because I hear this from people and I think…
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Moved to the Front by Grace
A gentle repositioning from hiddenness to holy placement 🕯️✍️📖🕊️ There are moments when a word spoken over your life rises again, not as an echo but as an invitation. This prophecy feels like one of those sacred returns. Time has softened its edges, yet the meaning now asks to be held with prayerful attention. “You’re…
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What’s in a Name?🤔
A reflection on identity, calling, and the poetry God wrote into you before you were born 🌱 🪨🕯️ ✍️ 📖 🕊️ There is a holy tenderness in the way God names His creation. Nothing is rushed, nothing is random, nothing is shallow. Scripture reminds us that identity is never an afterthought with God; it is…
Patrizia Schwartz
a.k.a. Trixi
