The day Trauma in the Pews published my focus shifted, and I began living out an unhealed portion of my story...

For several years I have been posting my morning musings on Facebook and it is probably time to be more intentional (my word for this...

This morning I decided to catch up on my son's recent sermons and God met me there—not in necessarily pleasant ways, but certainly...

How do you gently encourage someone to not just recognize their need for healing but to move toward it before they reach the breaking point.

With an understanding of the effects of trauma, the church has unlimited potential for being a healing church.

This presentation was certainly going to take me deeper than I would ever choose for my feet to wander.

I have served in churches and church-related ministries in two denominations that believed very differently about the roles of women in mini

When children are traumatized there are always results.This is a well documented and researched truth. The brain scans of those who have bee

Let us look deeply inside the children in our lives. The “me” I described in the above paragraph was overlooked and lost in all my survival

There are lots of us who can’t ask for what we need or want. We have stories that caused this and it affects us in relationships and other h

We can’t fully help others without addressing the deep impact of mental health in our homes, churches, schools, and communities. Simply addr

I found the book to be engaging, thoughtful, and was profoundly excited to find a book that placed the answers to prayers not in a superhuma

It wasn’t just that the Wise Men came and worshipped. They did something much more important than that. They listened to what God communicat

The whole scenario reminds me of my favorite Aesop’s fable—paraphrased. The sun and the wind had a conversation about a man sitting on a ben

What if the trauma outweighs the goodness of God? It is easy to think that is a spiritual problem, but does a child (or adult) who prays for

Instead of fearing tomorrow, delight in today. It has been a long road to accomplishing this because I trained myself to be prepared for any

I was like a small timid child who was terrified to step out on the playground. I needed God to direct me to the monkey bars or the swing. M

I was the child who stopped singing. One Sunday morning when I was about eight, I refused to sing the song, Jesus Loves Me. “Why aren’t you

The tragedy of the human condition is not in eating the apple, but in the distortion of natural guilt. Our greatest loss is when we no longe

This blog is for everyone who ever had something bad happen. That would be all of us. What if we believe that the God, who can do anything a