Some broke and bled. I broke and wrote. Now Christ holds the pen.
Some broke and bled. I broke and wrote. Now Christ holds the pen.
There is a silent inheritance passed from the wounded to the world around them. A child broken by abuse grows into an adult with jagged edges, and if healing does not intervene, those edges will cut others. The victim who…
It’s not your fault. But it is your fight. Let’s be honest: the average African home was not built to nurture emotional intelligence. It was built for survival, for structure, for discipline—but not for emotional wholeness. And while that foundation…
