Be Heard, Valued, and Helped. A nonprofit Counseling Ministry
Be Heard, Valued, and Helped. A nonprofit Counseling Ministry
I started a new job last week. A local snack food company was needing help and called me to come work on the production line for as long as I could. I agreed though I was not sure how my “haven’t worked in a year” body would handle the 9-10 hours on my feet per …
We are in a season of storms; storms we wonder if we will survive. Lately my local area has been experiencing a very stormy weather pattern. Threatening clouds filled with every sort of possible disaster are often in the view from my window. Storms that bring so much rain so quickly that many, including myself, …
Some of my favorite stories in the Bible are the ones where people are healed. Not only is it incredible to read of God’s healing power but also the various ways in which he chooses to accomplish it. From a simple word spoken to making a mud pack, Jesus demonstrated that there is not just …
The robins have appeared and more and more warm days are being recorded. Even though a snow storm is brewing now, winter is just a dead man walking. Spring has come and I can declare that winter will no longer be able to stop all the new life abounding. Just yesterday, at a nice 48 …
“The Lord works in mysterious ways”. I woke up again with the words “help me” as my first prayer of the day. Another morning where my weary body was racked with pain and the day ahead seemed to hold a bit more than I was ready for. How was I going to pull myself out …
A healing journey is told of in Mark chapter 8. 22 They came to Bethsaida, and some people brought a blind man and begged Jesus to touch him. My journey toward healing has started in a similar way. Just like the people mentioned in the Bible, my friends and family have brought me to Jesus …
This poem is dedicated to two men in my life who have held my hand well. My father’s were the first hands that held mine and he used them to teach me what God’s love truly feels like. From years of milking cows and building our farm his hands were strong and muscular like none …
It will get worse before it gets better. I have heard that phrase now from two of my doctors. Boy, have they been right about the “get worse” part as I find myself knee deep in the “worse” and struggling to function; I really hope they are right about the “it gets better” part too. …
Anticipation, it’s making me wait. I can still visualize the commercial; two boys ready to eat their juicy hamburgers and all that’s stopping them is the ketchup. The thickness of the bright red sauce makes it move slowly down the neck of the bottle as they anticipate their first bite. Hunger, evident in their eyes, …
Put me in coach! The memory of hearing those words echoed in my head as I watched the Super Bowl on Sunday. A memory prompted by the television camera scanning the sidelines of the Denver Broncos; so many football players standing there on the team but not playing the game. As a past volleyball coach …