HANDS, again …

Recently an old post from 2016 was stirred in my memory. So many things have changed since that time, but the word the Lord brought to me then has even more meaning today. I would love to share those thoughts ... There it was again, that old familiar wake-up call: a wave of nausea followed … Continue reading HANDS, again … →

Sharing: A Lifetime of Trauma

HAUNTED BY PAST TRAUMA I grew up with a mother who was plagued with constant illnesses—and in a faith tradition that put a heavy emphasis on divine healing. Miraculously, my mother was healed from several illnesses, but new ones would invariably take their place. I remember asking the adults who attended the healing services, “What about … Continue reading Sharing: A Lifetime of Trauma →