Healing a Burned Soul

Shalom… and welcome. It has been over 100 posts since I welcomed people so I wanted to jump back. Not just to words on a page, but to something I believe the Lord Himself has breathed into existence. Before anything else is said, let this be clear—this space, these words, this story… none of it belongs to me. Every ounce of it is the Lord’s. Every piece of healing, every moment of endurance, every breath that carried me here is a testimony of His mercy, not my strength. For y

If you had told me—even a few years ago—that 23 years after becoming a burn survivor I would still be facing surgeries, I don’t know that I would have believed you. There was a time I thought this chapter would close, that healing would eventually mean *done*. And yet, here I am, still walking it out. There has to be a reason for that. In July, I will be undergoing what is nearing my 90th operation . This past Tuesday, I met with a burn specialist at Lehigh Valley in Allento

Cry His Name   Edited April 2026 On a cool, quiet eve, where all should be well,  My heart begins stirring, my mind in a cell.  So I call on the Name that shatters my chains,  The One who forever reigns.  Each syllable trembles from lips weak and worn,  A fragile, sacred sound being born. El Shaddai , the Almighty, steady and near,  Whose presence and power unravel my fear.  Jehovah Jireh, Provider so true,  In every need, it is You who come through.  Adonai, my Lord, faithf