Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been categorized as “Depression”
I’m excited to announce the launch of three new support groups. These groups are not only for victims and survivors of physical abuse, but also psychological abuse and neglect, as well as for spouses, family members, pastors, and counsellors who want to support victims and survivors better.
Not Forsaken: A Shepherd’s Guide is a practical how-to study and theological resource for seminaries, pastors, counselors, and ministry leaders who seek to minister to abuse victims and survivors with compassion and biblical wisdom.
Today I have the honor of being featured on the Jesus Calling podcast alongside author Angela Braniff, who wrote the book, Love Without Borders. Please listen to our interviews, or read the transcript, here. Jesus Calling Podcast: My name is Jennifer Greenberg, and I am the survivor of twenty-one years of child abuse, domestic violence, sexual abuse, and psychological abuse …
Over the past few months, a number of my articles have been published by The Gospel Coalition, ERLC, and CrossWalk. Here’s a catalog about what I’ve been writing:
Jennifer Michelle Greenberg speaks on “How God Uses Suffering,” at The Christian Business Luncheon in Tomball, Texas.
For probably a year I’ve been planning and hoping to start a podcast. Limited time and tech knowledge delayed me, but I’ve finally managed to figure it out (thank you James and Alex!). It should appear on Apple Podcasts, Overcast, Pocket Casts, Spotify, and more within the next two days (so, on or by August 18). CLICK HERE TO SUBSCRIBE A …
I used to look at my stretch-marks and c-section incision and see a wrecked and worn body. Yet because I know that Christ too bears scars, even in Heaven, I can look at my own as a beautiful manifestation of his self-sacrificial love in me.
I had hand-drawn cards from my kids, a bottle of wine and roses from my husband, but I felt I couldn’t fully appreciate them. Mother’s Day just wasn’t about me. There was an emptiness that could only be explained by the hole that was left by my mother.
We’ve been through a lot together, you and I. You were always there, no matter how horrible things got. I remember as a young child, making mud-pies in the back yard, and feeling your unmistakable presence. I promised you then, that whenever I talked to myself, I was actually talking to you. My childhood became a prayer, and with a …
