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Abigail Alleman
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The Character of Hope
I lay on my right side. The spinning, buzzing of my hyper-manic mind still wreaks havoc in my waking and especially my sleeping. I am curled like a little child, hands under my cheek, eyes on him. My beloved speaks slow and strong the words of the psalms. I...

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Ever wonder at the end of the day, in the quiet of night, who you really are? The answer is only found in knowing who God is. There is a pearl of great price and you are meant to find it. #hope #whoyouare #godisenough #restinHim #peace

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How to Know Who You Really Are
I stand in front of 500 women. I speak words which sing in my soul. I am filled with overflowing passion as I talk about the elements of story and how God redeems it all. Less than one month later, I am laying, sedated beyond recognition, in a white-walled ...

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When You Are Torn Apart {Guest Post at SheLoves}
As the sunlight filters its glistening beams across the too-full room
in the ICU, I awake. To my right, head bowed, hands bent and clasped,
is the psychiatrist who loves Jesus. She lifts her head, smiles and says
in a gentle voice, “Good morning, Abigail...

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When I Failed At Missions
The whisper of summer breeze caresses my face as I perch on the concrete steps of New Creation Lutheran Church. This
has become a daily meeting hour. After dinner, my fellow team members
and I linger outside with the neighborhood kids. They’ll pop wheelie...

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The thing you never would have asked for could be the thing God uses to bring you home. #bipolar #hope #whatisyourthing 

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On Vulnerability, Bipolar and Living My Life
Sun streams through the windows of my van, golden and sure. I am singing, in and out of key, to a song from the radio. I am on my way to visit a potential preschool for my three year-old sitting in the seat behind me. I am happy. I am alive. I know everythi...

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When I was in the hospital in Hungary, almost two years ago, there was a time when I thought I might die. I wasn't afraid. But I was afraid of living with this devastating unknown and my life ripped apart.

This post is about finding my fight, my will to live, truly live, in the face of the darkness. #bipolar #hope #findyourfight #overcomer

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On Vulnerability, Bipolar and the Fight
An ominous, foreboding  cloud hovered about me.  I was in the haze of the heavy sedation which was a part of my stay at Szent Imre Korház in Budapest, Hungary. I remember very little from these three days in the ICU. But I know I couldn't breathe. I remembe...

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On Vulnerability, Bipolar and a Renewed Mind {the three R's}
Note: This post is meant to be read in the context of a relationship with Jesus. If you don't have this relationship or have questions about it, go  here . I am just out of the hospital in Budapest, Hungary. I am still not sleeping much for it takes a while...
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