The Art of Vulnerable Storytelling
Sharing our story is like sharing fruit: when it’s picked before it’s ripe, the full flavor and nutrition have not yet developed. If we wait, we are blessed...
Sharing our story is like sharing fruit: when it’s picked before it’s ripe, the full flavor and nutrition have not yet developed. If we wait, we are blessed...
“Pickleball saved your life,” someone said to me recently, after I emerged from a frightening health crisis that included COVID encephalopathy and RABIDO. I knew what they meant—that staying active had strengthened my body. But my heart whispered the deeper truth: Pickleball didn’t save me. Jesus did.
Unasked questions stuck in my throat, and what felt like a huge gulf opened between the God of all comfort and me. I had experienced the loss of two pregnancies and my fallopian tubes. It wasn’t until I discovered the rhythm of lament that I began to find hope in the darkness. When I cried out to God, asking hard questions, I also started listening to him...
Despite the defeat and shame that came after her parents’ divorce, a troubled upbringing, and delays, Contemporary Christian Music Artist Jamie MacDonald shares how God’s grace turned her story around from desperate need to “Desperate” success...
When a miracle touches one spouse, it touches the other. Though I was the one who nearly died, God performed miracles for both Bill and me...
Words and actions from our past, whether our own or others’, often leave wounds that fuel guilt, shame, or regret. Jesus warned us that trials would come, but we choose whether pain makes us bitter or better. God never wastes our pain. Instead of hiding our scars in shame, what if we considered them gifts?
When most of us hear the word healing, our minds reflect on our most recent diagnosis. But true healing encompasses so much more. It is not merely the absence of pain or disease, but the presence of peace and a sense of wholeness. It is the realignment and restoration of every part of who we are with the truth of God’s love for us.
I stepped onto the pavement and tried to swing my other foot free. As I stepped out, the gondola rocked wildly and the heavy car struck me square in the back of my rib cage and knocked me to the ground. Pain exploded through my back as muscle spasms seized me, leaving me unable to rise from the pavement. My family helped me up, but by the time I reached the ER, scans confirmed the worst: three broken ribs...
Experts believe the Widow Brain serves as a coping mechanism to protect us from the intense pain and grief of loss. We may think we are abnormal because the symptoms last so long; they can last up to one year or longer.
Someone asked me recently, “When did you know you could move on?” I’d never been asked this question before, so I considered my answer. I believe it was one day when a lawyer discussed the probabilities of a lawsuit.