(this post is part of a series that talks of how God met me in the midst of infertility. You can read the whole story in my book, Pain Redeemed or follow the series on here.) Intro: Wounds Taste of Tears The Gentle Healer Our return home from Haiti was plagued with difficulties. From stepping…
By the time we arrived in LaColline, Haiti, I was certain of two things: God was speaking to me again, finally. God was going to heal my body. I was half right on both counts. The first step was a fast. After reading about natural living (starting with Michelle’s blog, Frugal Granola) I was convinced…
The problem with darkness is that it blinds you. Things that once brought joy can cause pain in darkness. Your favorite chair, when tripped over in the middle of the night, will leave bruises. I didn’t realize I was walking blind. I had no idea. It seemed like everything was banging against me. Leaving bruises…
Why should you be beaten anymore?… Your whole head is injured, your whole heart afflicted. From the sole of your foot to the top of your head there is no soundness- only wounds and welts and open sores, not cleansed or bandaged or soothed with oil… I will thoroughly purge away your dross and remove…
When we first got our cows, milking took all of my mental focus to accomplish. How to make sure everything in the milk house is ready so the milk went into the tank and not onto the floor. How to hold the milker-unit just right so it wouldn’t break suction. How to work efficiently enough to…
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