My life as a boy was filled with violence, blood and hiding places. My siblings and I were shuffled back and forth between our violent-alcoholic parents and a terribly abusive orphanage.
I carried the abuse inside me like a brick. I felt like I had so many bad secrets that I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, and I was so scared to let them slip that I stopped talking.
A story from Margaret Stanner, as told to Karen Mulder. Where in the Bible does it say, “When a person reaches the...
Saturday, I received a rare and wonderful gift. What was this rare and wonderful gift which I received? It was a...
I have regrets. I wish that I would have communicated with my brother more during his last years of struggling with Parkinson’s disease. I regret that I didn’t visit my step father more frequently after my mother died. I procrastinated too long and too often and now it is too late. So today, I am listening to the wisdom of Ralph Waldo Emerson who says, “You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.”
Are you kind and respectful to all people even to those who look or behave differently than you do? My brother,...
Every year 800,000 people become widows and widowers in the United States. We all probably know someone whose...
Acknowledging the abuse was horrible.
Admitting that my grandfather had sexually abused me meant three things: first, he didn’t love me; second, no one in my family cared enough about me to know that I was hurting or to protect me; third, I felt like a piece of litter that no one even bothered to throw in the trash. Realizing that no one really cared about me when I was a child was the most painful part of my healing process.
I most certainly felt a God Nudge last night. It was opening night of Vacation Bible School. I was an “extra”...
