Joyful Ruins

Discovering joy in the hard places

Church Hurt Musings

They called us down

the brokenhearted

to be prayed for

And I always went

because I always felt brokenhearted at church

We laid hands on one another

I placed my hand on a young woman

I saw an older man without a hand

I reached out to gently touch his back

No one placed their hands on me

I convinced myself that’s ok

even in my broken heart

it is my job to serve

But this older man

I tried to include

removed my hand

This tiny act of rejection

one of many, truly,

brought me shame

No warmth from the hands of others

and my act of love rejected

THIS

defined my experience at church

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Jessica P. Mills

I see the world through stories and insights. I have always been a sensitive soul, especially towards nature, people, art, and faith. I spend a lot of time reflecting and finding treasures wherever I can. The two values I live by are beauty and celebration. I hope my blog communicates those two things, seeing beauty where beauty is not often seen and celebrating every aspect of life, the hard and the easy.

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An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.

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