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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Let Our Lives Shine, Lord
Matthew 5:14-16 NIV “You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. [15] Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. [16] In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell8 days ago in Poets
Love One Another
1 John 4:7–12 NIV “Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. [8] Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. [9] This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. [10] This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. [11] Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. [12] No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.”
By Michelle Renee Kidwell17 days ago in Poets
Don’t Call Her Weak
Back in February I shared a poem,When We Don’t Have the Words, about being awake at 1 a.m needing to pray for a friend, and in the past few months, as we have fellowshipped and prayed together and shared our stories more I understand why!
By Michelle Renee Kidwell4 months ago in Poets
Turning Tables
When the Lord puts something on my heart and tells me to share it, I listen 😉 Turning Tables Matthew 21:12-16 NIV Jesus entered the temple courts and drove out all who were buying and selling there. He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches of those selling doves. [13] “It is written,” he said to them, “ ‘My house will be called a house of prayer,’ but you are making it ‘a den of robbers.’” [14] The blind and the lame came to him at the temple, and he healed them. [15] But when the chief priests and the teachers of the law saw the wonderful things he did and the children shouting in the temple courts, “Hosanna to the Son of David,” they were indignant. [16] “Do you hear what these children are saying?” they asked him. “Yes,” replied Jesus, “have you never read, “ ‘From the lips of children and infants you, Lord, have called forth your praise’?”
By Michelle Renee Kidwell7 months ago in Poets
I Want to Tell Your Story…But I Can’t
*And yet now I find myself working on the new edition of a book in which I did share her story, with not only her blessing but with her encouragement! She passed away three years ago, but her legacy will not be forgotten!
By Michelle Renee Kidwell7 months ago in Poets
