Photo: Hans Benn On February 1st, my step-son, Brad, passed away. Brad was 29 years old, an Army Veteran, and a survivor of 4 traumatic brain injuries, broken bones, pain, and PTSD. He was a warrior to the core. The last year before his… Continue Reading “Trouble with Grief: A Believer’s Story”
I realize this is a dream, a life moment in time travel.
I will pray, and pray, and pray – and keep shooting medicine into my body.
This is how God made me, designed through the genetics passed down from generation to generation on my mother’s side and my father’s side.
Feelings of insecurity and worthlessness were sparked by guilt over my chronic disease.
Doing the same thing, expecting different results – year after year after year. It’s time for Change.
Christmas can be filled to the brim like hot chocolate overflowing with marshmallows…
Some may call it coincidence. I see it as God reaching down through the vast Universe into a moment of need for one of His children.
Most people think I am crazy to embrace my passing birthdays. I welcome each one.
I was horrified and sickened at what I just witnessed. In a split second, my spirit took over and one thought came to me, “Call on Jesus, Call His Name, Call Him NOW!”
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Embracing God's Grace
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