But for me personally, nothing is more frustrating than discovering a weakness inside myself. A blind spot. A behavioral pattern resultant from years of abuse that I never realized I had.
I’m recovering from abuse, and while I’ve made a lot of progress, shame still permeates my life. How do I break free? How do I trust that God loves me?
Jennifer Michelle Greenberg speaks on “How God Uses Suffering,” at The Christian Business Luncheon in Tomball, Texas.
While it happened long, long ago in Twitter years, once upon a time there was a Gillette advertisement that tried to characterize toxic masculinity and encourage PC manhood. While it generated a lot of incendiary cultural dialogue, from a marketing perspective, I think it’s safe to say the ad backfired. Many men were offended that it seemed to insinuate that …
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.
Human emotion is complex. We are created in the image of a complex God and the emotions we feel – though corrupted by sin – are like his fingerprints on our hearts. In this damaged and dying world each of us experiences abuse, betrayal, abandonment, loss, or heartbreak. How do we cope in a Godly way?
There were many times, particularly when I was a teenager and young adult, that I took great solace in hymns. Some seem to think that’s a bit odd. I suppose it is unusual for a teenager to gravitate so strongly toward “old-fashioned” music. However, the lyrics of hymns tend to be much more rich, thoughtful, and profound than your typical …
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.
Because, no matter how smart, strategic, or passionate you may be, you have been sent out as sheep among wolves.