The Power of My Wound

Healing doesn’t happen all at once. Sexual trauma runs too deep, is much too complex for simple remedies. We have no Star Trek sickbay or magic tricorder to bind up the wounds, erase the battle scars. And would we want to if we could? Would we walk away, pretend it never happened, we were neverContinue reading “The Power of My Wound”

Dark Saturday

Your disciples all hid awayterrified that dark SaturdayNot knowing what to donow that men had crucified You Hope that day was hidden toodoubting what You said was trueWondering if You would really riseor if Friday proved Your demise I think I know just how they feltas with hopelessness I have dealtMired in the Saturday ofContinue reading “Dark Saturday”

Our Great Physician

[An oldie but goodie, first published in April, 2017 and dusted-off for “the post of the day.” Thank you, dear Linda!] I wrote this poem the other day for ‘Thankful Thursday’ on my own blog. Knowing that many who visit Broken Believers struggle with illness and pain, I thought this would be good to shareContinue reading “Our Great Physician”

Contemplating Suicide Is Not Selfish

Sept. 10,  is World Suicide Prevention Day. Why there is but a single day of the year devoted to preventing suicide, I do not know. We should endeavor every day to provide the hope the hopeless need to get them through the pain that leads to suicide. Often we hear it said that those who killContinue reading “Contemplating Suicide Is Not Selfish”