Author: kristenrupp525
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Where is Jesus in My Darkest Moments?
Do you struggle with day upon day of slate gray, dull, wintery days? You know, the ones where darkness creeps in before 5 PM? Me too. Honestly, I am deeply afraid of this season. The darkness of night often breeds opaqueness within my soul, where depression and anxiety lurk in the shadows, ready to pounce.…
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Snowflakes of Grace
Slow day, snow day, surprise snowball in my eye day. Play day, reading day, it’s okay to take a break day. Cozy up, lay down, may we remember we are not lost, but found. Oh, how my heart needed the sweet serenade of these powdery flakes. Dancing lightly, falling softly, draping the lifeless wintry land…
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How He Sees You
Do you ever feel alone, like no one truly sees you? Like you have no value or nothing to offer those around you? I have been there many times; in fact, I am experiencing one of those moments as I write these words in the school pick up line waiting to scoop up my daughter…
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God’s Winter Provision
Does winter scare you? Me too. Do all the grays of winter threaten to plunge you into the darkness of depression and doubt? Oh friend, me too. If you are in this space right now or know someone who is, I hope and pray that you will read on. I wrote these words last winter…
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I see love: remembering my aunt
Written on Wednesday, January 4 💜 Stepping off the plane tomorrow, I will expect to see you, just as I have every time I’ve visited over the last 32 years of our intertwined lives. Tomorrow, I will not see you; however throughout this weekend I know what I will see—love. I will see love in…
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Good morning, anxiety…
Good morning, anxiety. I feel you spiking each time I think of one more thing to do. You pound me, driving me further into the ground. You take my breath away, making it hard to breathe. Good morning, God. I blink trying to take in the beauty around me and fight away the stabbing anxiety.…
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Glittering Motherhood?
I scrub dishes over the sink, just like I do every morning. The rushing water drowns out the voices of my son and daughter, creating throughout the stage and art studio of our home. This morning, unbeknownst to me, my daughter decided to outline her newly penned drawing with milky white Elmer’s glue and sprinkle,…
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Silhouettes of Summer
The sun dips below the horizon, releasing water colors of blue, purple, and orange bleeding across the vast expanse of sky. The dark outline of the trees dances and sways in front of the tapestry of changing colors. A bird, as black as the night that will soon come, flutters across the sky. The colors…
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The Renewed Dancer: A Masterpiece
My hands lightly grip a thrilling fiction book. As I look up, I remind myself that I am not really living and breathing in this page-turner. I take a deep breath, lowering my heart rate. I sit poolside, inhaling fresh summer air, my body soaking in the warm sun. This week, we are dog-sitting for…
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You Bear His Image
When sadness careens down your insides and a voice whispers softly at first and then slightly louder, increasing in force, You aren’t enough. You shouldn’t be feeling like this. You are alone. ❤️God created you. You bear His image. When you look in the mirror and you notice the bags under your eyes, the lump…
Refuge of Grace 