A Soft Place to Land

There is a specific kind of silence that follows a blow from someone you love. It’s not the silence of peace; it’s the heavy, suffocating silence of a heart trying to process why the hands meant to hold it are the very ones trying to break it.   

I write today because I need to breathe. I write because, if I don't, the weight of these burdens might just pull me under.

The Pain of the Hidden Truth

We’ve all been there. You look at the person you admire most, the one you’ve cheered for in every season, and you realize they are using their words not to build you up, but to cut you down. It is a staggering irony: those we honor often choose to meet us with dishonor.

I’ve spent so many nights wondering why the people closest to us become our greatest battlefields instead of our safe harbors. We talk about faith, we speak of grace, and we acknowledge that none of us are perfect—but shouldn't time count for something? I hoped for maturity. I hoped they would see the "evolved" version of me—the version where Christ is truly taking shape.

Instead, I’ve learned that familiarity often breeds contempt. When people think they "know" you based on who you were ten years ago, they refuse to see the person you’ve become today.

Thinking about Survivors: Testimony of two Warriors

Lately, I’ve been sitting with the stories of David and Joseph. I finally get it. Joseph wasn't betrayed by strangers; he was sold out by his brothers. David wasn't hunted by his enemies first; he was chased by the king he served faithfully.

Like them, I find myself in a strange paradox:

I encourage, yet I am shunned.

I give, yet I am used.

I speak my truth, yet I am called "irrational" or "attention-seeking." Bossy, know it all but never affirmed or complimented.

When you hold people accountable, the response is often gaslighting. They call it "creating confusion" simply because you’ve stopped accepting the disrespect. It’s a lonely place to be—to feel like a target in your own home or community, beaten with the same sticks that struck you as a child.

The Search for the Soft Place  to Land

I’ve been praying for a "soft life”a life of grace, rest, and quietness. But lately, the affliction has only turned up its volume. I know what I signed up for when I made my confession of faith; I know the road is narrow. But even the strongest soldiers need a place to lay their shields.

I am the "strong one," but right now, the strong one needs a pick-me-up. I need a crew. I need a knight in shining armor. I need to know that there is a soft place for me to land where my sincerity won’t be questioned and my love won’t be misinterpreted.

A Prayer for the Vulnerable one who just feel like giving up…

If you are reading this and you feel shaken, lost, or like you’re holding onto the very last thread of hope: I see you. I am praying for a shift. I am praying for one person—just one—who truly "gets" it. Someone who knows you come in peace and doesn't use your heart as a punching bag.

We are told to forgive, to give grace, and to love unconditionally. And we will. But we must also acknowledge that our hearts hurt deeply. It is okay to be the "strong one" and still say, "I am tired."

This season is heavy, but I’m holding onto the four words that have sustained the broken for generations: This too shall pass. Healing is coming. Peace is coming. And until then, we keep writing, we keep praying, and we keep evolving...even if we have to do it while we’re hurting.

XOXO

Unveiled to Be Transformed

-Keisha

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