by Lauren Craft


“Switch places with me, Lauren,” my grandmother would say, guiding and holding my tiny hands.


Every time we strolled on a sidewalk together, she chose the edge closest to traffic. She asked me to walk along the safer side, the side farthest from moving cars. That way, she could shield me if a vehicle spun out of control. She did this everywhere. Even in her neighborhood, where no one drove fast.


My grandmother could likely picture the terrors if a car had slammed into us. Many years later, the memory of her protective instinct reminds me of our Heavenly Father’s defensive posture toward His children. He doesn’t want us to dread what’s lurking around the corner.

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by Katy Kauffman


Guilty, guilty, guilty, I told myself as I waited for the judge’s verdict. My head hung low as I waited for his decision.


I can’t believe I did that again. What was I thinking?


I glanced over at the gallery of spectators. Their condemning glares held my attention. Faces of disapproval. Their eyes penetrated my soul. I saw the faces of those who had made me feel inferior in the past. Who made me feel despised. Among them sat an envoy of the enemy, an ambassador of guilt and shame. He had harassed my spirit too many times. Of course, he would show up now. Truly I felt condemned before the judge even confirmed it.

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by Tammy Kennington


Your parents had to get married. Her words, rife with condemnation and mockery, penetrated my third-grade heart. I felt the stares of the other children. I blinked hard, forcing my humiliation to be quiet. Undetectable. But shame rose fast and unrelenting like floodwaters. Tears blurring my vision, I bowed my head and hurried toward the school cafeteria. That day, every bite of food tasted like shame.


My struggle with shame began long before elementary school. It festered and grew in a home where words were weapons and hurtful labels were accepted without question. I was a burden, not a blessing.


As time passed, a well-rehearsed script played again and again in my head. You aren’t worth being loved. Nobody will ever want you. You mean nothing. The words ran through my mind like a ticker-tape and held power in my life far into adulthood.

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Winning the Victory: A Blog by Katy Kauffman

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An editor of Refresh Bible Study Magazine, Katy Kauffman is also a Bible study author who loves to write about strategies for winning the victory in life's spiritual battles. Follow Katy's blog to receive bi-monthly posts. 

 

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