Monthly Archives: March 2015


God’s riches at Christ’s expense. If you met me for the first time today you would never guess that I’ve been through what I’ve been through. When you look at me you probably don’t see a drug addict. I’m sure you can’t tell by the smile on face that I attempted suicide or spent ten…
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Broken Crayons Still Colour Part 2

Everyone loves a new set of crayons. For me it was the Crayola set of 64. The big box with every colour imaginable to my five year old mind. They were perfect. Neatly organized and colour coded. Each one sharpened to the same point. The wax was shiny. They smelled fresh. But as much as…
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Broken crayons still colour

“‘We are all broken and wounded in this world. Some choose to grow strong at the broken places.”  – Harold J. Duarte-Bernhardt I spent the majoring of my life broken. Spiritually and emotionally bankrupt. Don’t let the selfies on Instagram fool you. It has taken me a LONG time to learn my worth. It’s a…
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