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Circling Back Again: Part 4

March 10, 2016 By Alia Joy

This post is part of a series telling a longer story. You can find part 1- I Am From White Also, But Not Only here and Standing at the Margins: I Don’t Belong here and You're Good Enough here. It makes more sense if you read them in order but I get that you probably also have a life and may not have the time to read 5,000+ words. Carry on. If you’ve ever felt like you are going in circles, in cycles, in seasons, it’s because you are. We live a life of rhythms. Day easing it’s burdens into the …

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Filed Under: Story, Suffering, writing, Writing Tagged With: community, Faith, faith, overwhelmed, self image, story

Standing at the Margins: I Don’t Belong part 2

March 8, 2016 By Alia Joy

This post is part of a series telling a longer story. You can find yesterday's post I Am From White Also, But Not Only here.  I asked in my group of writing friends, holy misfits in their own ways, would you please pray? Would you pray for me because I am knots and nerves and every bit that little girl who didn’t want the wrong answers to reveal she couldn’t explain herself. I had seen the link on a friend’s Facebook page for an Authors Retreat for People of Color. I was excited that my …

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Filed Under: Story, writing Tagged With: community, comparison, faith, God, hurt, self image, story

Awake to Dream: An Incourage Post

January 31, 2016 By Alia Joy

She curls her body into mine, as tightly pressed as she can get. She is all flannel nightie and coconut shampoo and girl. They fight for space with Mom in the middle, each flanking me and claiming a side. He wraps one tiny arm around my belly and grins. It’s his favorite spot, tucked into my squish. He rests his chin on my arm and looks up at me through thick brown lashes. The kind girls dream of having and this charmer has gotten used to batting at me for “just 5 more minutes, Mama.” I let the …

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Filed Under: Relationship, Story, Suffering, Writing, writing Tagged With: creativity, Creativity, dreams, Faith, faith, God, hurt, kids, Kids, story

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Hi, I’m Alia Joy

INFJ and Enneagram 4w5…so it’s complicated. Wife and mom, coffee-dependent, grace saved, cynical idealist learning fluency in her native tongue, the language of hope. My pen is my weapon of choice to fight off the darkness when depression looms, it is my compass for navigating my messy mind, my even messier heart. Writing is my wilderness and my home. I write the reminders to find my way back to the heart of God. I write to feel God’s pleasure.

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