Writings:
by Rebekah Lathrop
THE BEAUTY OF THE SANCTIFIED
If you look at sanctification with terror; If you shake in trepidation of trials; If you find yourself shrinking away from the prayer of growing in Christlikeness; try looking at it's result in the countenance of another.
EXALTED, BUT ONLY WHEN
Beloved, I see your hands, turned white with the grip of your pride. Whether its the daily things that have you grasping at straws, or the life altering moments that send you reeling towards self sabotage, self promotion, or simply self preservation - cast it off.
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“Before they became the air that I breathed, words were enemies, taunting me from shadows of ignorance.”
