christianity
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I’ve been rethinking my faith these past few days—questioning what I was taught, what actually resonates, and what Jesus really said. Somewhere between doubt, discussion, and a little defiance, I’ve started shaping something that finally feels like mine.
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I thought I understood Good Friday. Turns out, I understood guilt. Between a Cornish pasty, a dying fish, and a man cementing his own gauntlet to the floor, I realised something far simpler: I don’t owe fear. I owe intention. And from where I’m standing, I can see everything clearly now.
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Valkyries did remind me or Father has a sense of humour, and he is right, but that doesn’t mean I can mentally stick him in a kilt and be done.
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A tasty tutkey, a fun family gathering and more fun in in BDSM. Join me for this Bad Girl Diaries post.
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Healing from drama and disccovery before the label? Catch up with me here.
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I wasn’t NOT Christian, I was a very confused little girl who didn’t really understand.
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From faith to family emergencies, here’s everything that happened this week.
The Thoughts & Musings Of Mrs Wolfie 