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There are places in me that ache quietly—places I’ve hidden beneath layers of good intentions and strong appearances. Places where old wounds still whisper, where pride disguises itself as survival, and shame builds quiet cathedrals I never meant to enter again. Sometimes, I forget they’re there. Until a word… A memory… A silence too long…ContinueContinue reading “He Still Washes Feet— A Maundy Thursday Reflection”