Crippled in Both Feet–Disabilites

  “David asked, “Is there no one still left of the house of Saul to whom I can show God’s kindness?” Ziba answered the king, “There is still a son of Jonathan; he is crippled in both feet.”‘   2 Samuel 9:3, NIV  This crippled man was named Mephibosheth.  He was injured by the actions of aContinue reading “Crippled in Both Feet–Disabilites”

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”

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”

God Used My Trials

Trigger Warning: This post involves rape. If you are sensitive, please tread lightly. It is not my intention to cause more pain, but to show how God can use even our worst trauma for good. But Joseph said to them, “Don’t be afraid. Am I in the place of God? You intended to harm me, but GodContinue reading “God Used My Trials”