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

That right there has become the anthem of my life: If my pain, my struggle, my suffering—if any of it can help even one person breathe a little easier, stand a little taller, or choose to stay one more day—then none of it was wasted. I would walk through it again. Every step. Every ache. Every unanswered question. I know how that sounds. It sounds irrational… maybe even a little reckless. Why would anyone choose to see their suffering that way? Why would anyone be willing to

Here is your reminder to… GIVE YOURSELF GRACE I was on the phone today with one of the nurses—and a friend—from the burn center in Allentown, PA. In the middle of our conversation, she mentioned that the doctor had some concerns about my upcoming surgery. Those concerns came from something shared by a former member of my care team. They talked about something I don’t like to say out loud. That I’m a chronic picker. Even writing that carries weight. There’s a sting to it. A vu