Wounded Healer

Every woman knows now that she is not what she was meant to be. And she fears that soon it will be known—if it hasn't already been discovered—and that she will be abandoned. Left alone to die a death of the heart. That is a woman's worst fear—abandonment. (Isn't it?) Rather than turning back to God, reversing the posture that brought about our crisis in the first place (what Eve set in motion and we have repeated ad nauseum), we continue…

All of us have experienced trial and pain. All of us are living life wounded and scarred. We learn to deal with our wounds and press forward, but whether we acknowledge it or not, wounds and scars change us. There are no perfect parents. There are no perfect friends. There are no perfect siblings or spouses. We live in an imperfect world with imperfect humans. We lash out and hurt others because we are broken and in need of healing. One of the most critical spiritual…

I crashed headlong into God's healing process in September 2017, when I was invited to join a healing care group by a good friend who knew my world was falling apart.  I had driven my car (metaphorically) off a cliff, and not for the first time.  Separated from my wife and soon to be divorced, broken and hurting, a father to three amazing and hurting kids, I couldn't figure out why I was stuck in the same cycles for years but I desperately wanted answers.;…

"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. (Ps. 147:3) Yes, we have all been wounded in this battle. And we will be wounded again. But something deeper has also happened to us than mere wounds. I expect that all of us at one time or another have said, 'Well, part of me wants to, and another part of me doesn't.' You know the feeling—part of you pulled one direction, part of you the other. Part of me loves writing and genuinely looks…

Walking the campus of my High School with K-9 units roaming the halls was a harrowing experience for a young teenager. It was the mid-70’s and America was at war. “Race Riots” was our descriptor. Fights broke out daily and police handcuffed more students than I can remember. Fear reigned in the hearts of us all - black and white. Knives and guns were confiscated regularly. Locker shakedowns - it felt like we were in prison. It was evident in our perplexed.…

I'm both humbled and honored to be given the opportunity to serve our community through the Chaplaincy program at the Lancaster County Prison. Over 25 years ago I was informed by God that someday this would come about. Largely because of my own personal experience - looking from the inside out - not the outside in. A story for another time. Our mission at Embracing Brokenness Ministries is to focus on teaching and assisting the poor and disenfranchised - the least, the,…

God “speaks” to me in the shower.  I know, a little strange but it’s probably because my mind is settled there. Yesterday He decided to invade my world a little differently - standing over the sink - looking in the mirror while my electric toothbrush was buzzing around in my mouth. I was overwhelmed with joy and a sense of God’s love for me in an instant. I didn’t see it coming. As if I heard from on high, “I’m so proud of you;.…