When I look back at my twenties and thirties, I don’t see a guy I’m proud of; I see a fuse that was always lit. People who only know me now—a quiet guy in his early sixties who fixes…
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finding Jesus
For most of my life, I carried invisible wounds. Childhood trauma left deep marks–emotional, physical, and spiritual–that I didn’t know how to face. I learned to survive by pretending everything was fine, but inside, I was unraveling. To dull…
Charles Dickens’ enduring line, “It was the best of times; it was the worst of times,” perfectly describes my life in 1976. Parties were plentiful, responsibilities were shallow, and worries felt far away. Yet, this way that seemed “right”…
My life looked perfect. I was 19 years old, but deep down, I felt an emptiness. I suffered from depression. I felt I had no future, no meaning in life. There was a voice telling me horrible things about…
At the end of a busy day in my 34th week of pregnancy, I realized I hadn’t felt my baby move. A hospital ultrasound confirmed the terrible truth: my baby girl had died. I wasn’t in the habit of…
My mother was always my anchor. She was my safe place where I never felt judged, and I could let it out and still be loved. Her death two years ago left my world in shambles. She did her…