Without a miracle, divorce was inevitable. My marriage had nearly destroyed me, but I hadn’t given up on it. Reluctantly, I yielded my will to God’s—even if it meant divorce—trusting Him to do the thing I would surely ask for, if only I could see what he saw and know what He knew. I declared that if a divorce would…
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Rest for the Survivor’s Soul: The Mind-Body Connection
My abuse disclosure has been met with varying degrees of compassion. One clergyman said, “Let me ask you this: was it physical?” His question stung. Was he more concerned with the theological justification for my separation — my flight to safety — than the decade of trauma that had set me to flight? “Psychological abuse is physical abuse,” I replied,…
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Eva Priest Studios Launch! Inspired Jewelry Design
Hi Friends! I have some good news to share. I have found a way to combine my love of sharing God’s life-giving truth through writing with my love of jewelry-making. By handcrafting meaningful pieces, many based on scripture, I am able to associate a physical object with a transformational truth. You can see what I’ve been up to at my…
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Glimpses of God in a Pandemic
For years, I’ve been praying for a particular red-light district in a large city in India. Inside the brothels, there are women who are free to leave and others held against their will in physical and spiritual darkness. A group of Christian women faithfully visit these brothels every week to talk with the sex workers who will speak with…
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Fear of man and Amazon reviewers
I knew something was holding me back, keeping me from releasing my words out to the world. Then God put a finger on it: fear of man. In her (awesome and funny) blog for writers, Kristen Lamb mentions an author whose book was rated a three-star rating by an Amazon reviewer because it was not Jimmy Dean sausages. Argh. For writers,…
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Who do you think you are? Your dream in Satan’s sights.
When dreams of starting a social enterprise in Afghanistan began stirring my heart, the question struck like sniper fire. Every time I stepped up to a podium to cast a vision or put pen to paper to write a fundraising proposal or packed my bags to board the plane that would fly me into a war zone, I would hear it…
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