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The Void, The Narcissist, and The Breakthrough: How Jesus Healed What I Kept Trying to Fill By Sherita Jones | The Anointing Grace There was a time in my life when I walked around empty, broken, and wearing a mask so well you’d think I had it all together. Smiling on the outside, dying on the inside. Trying to survive cycles I didn’t even realize I was trapped in. A void lived in me, deep, hollow, aching. And I tried to fill it with everything the world said would make it better. I’ve always been different. Sensitive. Deep. A little too “much” for some people and not “enough” for others. Somewhere along the way, I learned how to  dim my light just to fit in.  I learned how to hide behind fake laughter, shallow friendships, and choices that only left me emptier than before. Partying became my escape. Smoking became my crutch. And on occasion, I would turn to ecstasy for that temporary high, that fleeting moment of relief from the pain I carried so long it felt like a part of me...

Not Yet, But Soon Dear Sister,   I see you.  I see your heart breaking under the weight of your burdens.  I see the silent tears.  The whispered prayers.  The questions that swirl in your mind late at night.  I see you trying to hold on when everything in you wants to let go.  You feel like you’re at your breaking point, and yet,  God is still saying,  Not yet. Not yet….though  Not yet, though your finances are stretched thin, and you wonder how much longer you can keep going. Not yet, though your body aches with pain, and healing seems like a distant dream. Not yet, though loneliness creeps in, and you long for love, for companionship, for family. Not yet, though betrayal has left wounds so deep you wonder if you’ll ever feel whole again. Not yet, though the courtroom battle for your children is draining you of every ounce of strength. Not yet, though your workplace has become a battlefield, and you’re weary of fighting. Not yet… but so...

The Better Cry: I’d Rather Cry in God’s Arms Than Laugh Outside His Will By Sherita Jones | The Anointing Grace There’s a pattern I can’t unsee anymore: Satan offers pleasure, God allows pain. One dulls us into spiritual sleep; the other wakes us up like cold water on the face. And if we’re honest, most of us, myself included were taught, directly and indirectly, to  chase the pleasure and dodge the pain. But here’s the revelation God keeps pressing into my heart: “I’d rather cry in Your arms than laugh outside of Your will.” Because laughter outside His will is just noise over emptiness, and tears inside His presence are water for something holy to grow. The Pleasure Trap. Pretty on the Outside, Poison on the Inside Pleasure isn’t always sin, but the enemy knows how to twist it: Another scroll, another bite, another binge, another swipe. Small comforts that feel harmless until we realize they’ve  starved the spirit and fattened the flesh . We’re stuffed yet hollow, stimulated...