Michelle Renee Kidwell
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Abled does not mean enabled. Disabled does not mean less abled.” ― Khang Kijarro Nguyen
Fighting to end ableism, one, poem, story, article at a time. Will you join me?
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A Sprinkling Of Grace
John 1:15–18 NIV (John testified concerning him. He cried out, saying, “This is the one I spoke about when I said, ‘He who comes after me has surpassed me because he was before me.’ ”) [16] Out of his fullness we have all received grace in place of grace already given. [17] For the law was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ. [18] No one has ever seen God, but the one and only Son, who is himself God and is in closest relationship with the Father, has made him known.
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Poets
Like Letters Written on the Sand Part Seven
Anna-leis struggled to make sense of what had occurred during this frustrating period. Sometimes she experienced severe phantom pains, as if the leg she no longer had had trapped her legs in a vice. Throughout all of this, Clarence held Anna-Lei’s hand through the pain, and it broke his heart that he could not ease her suffering. Physical suffering was not as heartbreaking as the pain she felt deep within. Both Clarence and Anna-leis were aware that Anna-leis had not allowed herself to grieve.
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Fiction
Be A Vessel
Ephesians 2:8–10 NIV For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith – and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God – [9] not by works, so that no one can boast. [10] For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Poets
I'm Not Broken
Looks of pity, ableism, these are things I hadn’t previously considered. I did my best to treat others as I wanted to be treated, and to live a life that showed Jesus lived in me. What kind of Sunday School Teacher would I have been if I had taught by example? Although I shouldn’t be speaking in the past tense, I am a Sunday School Teacher, despite the fact that even that has changed since the accident.
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Fiction
Like Letters Written in the Sand: Part Six
The time she spent with Clarence at the beach, the afternoon had been magical and a revelation to Anna-leis. The realization dawned on her that she did not have to hide from the world, that she had nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about, that something terrible had happened, that life had changed, but that she was alive, and hiding from the world was not living. In his own gentle manner, Clarence reminded her of this.
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Fiction
