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đź§šThe Fairy Tale That Never Was.

When I was little, I believed in fairy tales.


I believed love would always be kind.


I believed home would always feel safe.


I believed one day I'd have my own little house with a white picket fence and live happily ever after.


But fairy tales don't prepare you for trauma.


Mine wasn't stolen in a single moment.


It disappeared one wound at a time.


For years, I believed I had lost my chance at a beautiful life. What I didn't realize was that God wasn't writing a fairy tale—He was writing a redemption story.


Sometimes the most beautiful endings don't begin with "Once upon a time."


Sometimes they begin with...


"I survived."


If you've ever grieved the life you thought you were going to have, I invite you to listen to this week's episode of Where Healing Began.


Because your story isn't over.


And neither is mine.


Until next time, with love, Melissa 💜

 
 
 

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