soulscribbles
Emotional snapshots of faith, growth, and the quiet moments in between.
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“Eat or Eat Not—There Is No Try”
Ébène Milk chocolate? Not in this dream. No need for two ounces of drama either. This is a chocolate bite with the presence of a diva—but the size of self-control.Individually wrapped in golden silk foil, because something this good deserves… Continue reading
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“Because some skills don’t get listed on a résumé”
What I’m Good At I’m good at forgetting people’s names.Not sure if that’s good or bad,but it’s something I’m good at—and honestly, you might just get a new name.Because who doesn’t enjoy a new name…and a good laugh? I’m… Continue reading
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“Books That Opened Me”
Let me rip a page straight from the soul of an artichoke— You see, my heart has too many layers to have limits. Tough in places, tender in others. Not everyone gets to the center. Now, let me—ever so gently,… Continue reading
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“Shut Happens”
How Do You Know When It’s Time to Unplug? It’s not sudden.Never is—not for a woman like her. It’s the accumulation of little sighs.The kind that settle quietly in the corners of her day,like dust she didn’t know was gathering.… Continue reading
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“When Morning Knocks Softly”
Living Diary: EG Collection I don’t wake up to an alarm. I put that blaring apparatus to sleep, many moons back. And no—I don’t mean today’s endless ringtone options with bird songs and waterfall loops. I’m talking about the… Continue reading
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Who Would I Like to Talk to Soon?
I thought it might be a stranger. Someone at a bar. But no. Not even a friend with a situation or someone waiting on a response. Today, my answer is different. I want to talk to her. Eleanor Grace. I’ve… Continue reading
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The Way Station
“The Way Station” Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often? Yes, I do — because without it, I’d be a song without a melody, just scattered notes on the breeze. “This is the… Continue reading
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“Let Me Be Your Cautionary Tale -with Grace and Side-Eye”
“Some people hear God’s voice. I apparently needed motion sickness first.” What gives you direction in life? It’s a question so big, it doesn’t knock on your door— it just sits across the street. Waves at you. Gives you the… Continue reading
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The Road That Flirted First
We were about thirty miles past nowhere. I was just minding my own business, sitting in the passenger seat like a proper wife— translation: eating snacks and offering unsolicited navigation advice— when I saw it. The Road. Not just a… Continue reading
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Before My Feet Hit the Floor
Today began like a soft morning hymn—no rush, no alarm. Just me, stepping into the light of a second chance. That’s the first thing that brings me happiness every single day: the chance to try again. Maybe I missed a… Continue reading
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