“the strongest ones bleed in silence. have no one applauding their growth. have no one watching their healing process. they bloom in silence.”


When I feel compelled to speak, I am actually looking for someone else to shoulder my cross. The cross that Christ has given me isn’t for you. It is mine. And I carry it in solitude. In quietness of heart. In stillness of meditation. In the hush of my own suffering – being pierced with Him. Nailed to the wood with Him. Being found in Him. As the sun grows dark around me.

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